the good. the great. the gentle minded
2006-03-13 8:44 a.m.
friends that i have left behind for sowing or for reaping, take heart in the season, with its feel of new beginnings, with its first spring together that felt like life was growing, hands planted in expectation - friends,washing dirt from beneath their fingernails together in the home that they have built against contentions, against the allegations that they did not know completely, enough to love, have now settled sweetly to front porch steps and early evening, to smoking with the door wide open and waiting, as though all of life could come before them without moving them an inch from what they wanted
(incomplete.)