Thursday 12 November The Swan by Nelly Sachs Nothingabove the watersand suddenly there hangs on the blink of an eyeswanlike geometrywater-rootedcreeping upand bowing againand with the air vyingwith the universe. I went on a walk yesterday to scan the area around the school. Just a routine circuit to make sure all was good. Trudging overContinue reading “Day 237”
The Bald Birder 