Promises

I took the weekend off – from this at any rate. Was busy finishing a manuscript and formatting a book.

So… Monday and better late then never:

We walk to the end of the street, Leonard
and I. Where it looks like the workers just
dropped their tools and took off for lunch.
But past this rocky stop: the grass post-winter
brittle hides the oystercatchers’ cryptic eggs,
promises…

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