Children see melodies crackling, jumping, stretching,crowding, living like hummingbird bones taking offfrom a cage of suet. They see corn, millet, oats, and sunflowers, devouredinto the bloodstream, racingdown the arteries of a secret language, a communication flooding the transcendent, and the soft distance of headlights, as she waitsfor him to come back. Children see storm cloudsand distant planets, the tendons of […]
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