weeds grow in fallow fields
fallow
but still..
the days seem the same
alive
“To sit in the wee small hours
among the chirps and quiet light.
To be alive and breathing.”
~ A.Dashwood
the walls between us
the walls built to protect us, divide us further, obstruct our view
nothing is clear
patchwork
they gathered their scraps
and stitched them together
to tell their story
a story of unity
can you imagine
unity?
(Provincetown.July 2020)
