Far up in the deep blue sky,
Great white clouds are floating by;
All the world is dressed in green;
Many happy birds are seen,
Roses bright and sunshine clear
Show that lovely June is here.
care. hope. helpful.
inquiry for today~ may you feel this….
At the heart of every memory
is an oblivion from which
from time to time a message
or two must be rescued
or else. There is no alternative.
The sentence, like a dream death,
can never be finished. Thus,
you might remember trying to read
the notes scrawled on the decaying leaves
of the branches whizzing upwards
as you tumbled down the yawn
between mountain, irresistable
at the urge to bandage your chest
days before the injury was expected.