Wed, Mar 16 9:24 pm
Short grain rice never
felt so, many
like the world shaking and
people go away
Wed, Mar 16 9:29 pm
There's a candle on my table
on my black table in a wine bar.
But but but there's a candle on all tables
And and and our center pieces
our aligned, a-lightened, spots of guidence
if if if oh only...
I know it will arrive.
When her smile glowshines like Tabletop Mountain
from afar a ways away.
At some point in every rest area
if your looking just right,
the table will hold the sun.
I know now, right near we've both
spent tall and and good years looking around out there.
And you know what
we did see that line that that beautiful line up.
I think there's plenty more of that coming.
It's what my whole, my pieces, are telling me.