the tracks of the wind
have yet to melt
Tag: snow
A witch hazel growing beside the road
improvises a slow ode to travel.
Still life with landscape.
Self-portrait as nude.
Illuminated spreadsheet.
Frozen watercolor.
On this day of small storms,
that GIF of the sun hurtling through space and the spiraling tracks of its planets.
The music entered me.
But it wasn’t until I got up to dance that I entered the music.
Someday when the world is entirely covered with roads,
there won’t be any place left to visit—and therefore no reason to ever slow down.
