Courage
courage reminds me of kids and crayons: the continuous lines, the ambiguous reasons…
courage reminds me of kids and crayons: the continuous lines, the ambiguous reasons…
Giving Thanks
for Broken Bread
Thunder crumbles, stale bread
through worn hands. He breaks
and not just move, but crumble. Not just crumble, but bow, moving further down than rigidity would keep them and deeper into the shoulder…