I like to–
to the watch the trees dance. their lives outside my window.
I go out and breathe them in. let the wind cup my face like a long lost lover.
I woke up singing a song that I have forgotten the words to…but know the melody by heart. it’s in my head and won’t let go as I sweep the floor.
talking under my breath.forgetting to put the coffee filter in the pot. the *light knocking on the window.
*the irony of all the paper is not lost on me but they all went to a good home. maybe one day I will write something called in defense of paper or not…