By the looks of my inbox, this’ll be the thickest and loveliest Sound-Bites edition yet. Here’s to some stellar mail headed your way and continuing to live brightly in the dark. Valentine’s Day presents anyone??
The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields.
The dark wheat listens.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.