Tuesday at 4pm
Jan 18, 2023
You say that sometimes you think of nothing.
I see birds on telephone wires, a stacked abacus, wondering what the count is.
“Where are you right now?”
I am a judge.
Do you notice that the sunlight through the chain link turns your face to static?
“I’m here.” Everything sticks to me like coffee grounds, but I am here;
we share a walk.