Sometimes memory is cracked open, half of it broken, half of it a small bowl to hold rainwater on bright wood, while gulls swirl above you, and the grey sea eases to shore below.
sometimes
Sometimes memory is cracked open, half of it broken, half of it a small bowl to hold rainwater on bright wood, while gulls swirl above you, and the grey sea eases to shore below.
...Theresa Kishkan 