Saturday, June 27, 2015


A wisdom to embrace, a courage not to forsake: grace is what we don't deserve. Vows are not vows until they're spoken; even the music was from Austin. Through the narrow valley we saw a single white windmill turning. The bank of lipstick ginger in an orange light is best recalled; a photograph betrays its light as lack, not the slowly closing lens of sunset. The tender ecology of love has drawn us together, tests us with its empty geometries. Put down your pencil: this test is done. We have so short a time, the president says, “we just try to get our paragraph right.”

--27 June 2015

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