attached by a string
that runs to earth
to the hand that binds
and heart that beats
caught by a strong breeze
i soar, i glide, i tumult…
Liberty Cap News
Green coffee in the neon café sunrise after a cold three-mile walk down Soldotna Road. Changing signs, rearranging ads to read “Toke Soap” and “U R A Prune” – us all laughing giddy and high at 3AM…