that strain again

alone, change, life, liminal, meditation, poetry, process, process, not a journey, sleepless

from a work in progress: process, not a journey (54)

what music does he hear

when he wakes in the night

and the moon has slipped

like ice through the window

(April 18, 2020)

Published by subtextures

I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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