new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
I'm leaning in to those imaginary sounds. Can't decide if I'm asleep or awake.
I read you loud and clear so you must be awake!
A sort of childlike self-losing into sound. Then, trucks and train whistles in the night. The wind rushing through the trees, or a stream rustling in the depth of the forest?(Jolted from the past by a solicitation call.)
Whatever it is, it sounds very familiar.
Coming from you, it sounds doubly so--thanks!