John Reid Currie
Present Day / Overcast / the Trees

From Tether 4, page 71

I see them. Prongs, weather-beaten fingers, three-dimensional pauses holding on to me, a lost boy in my mother’s carriage, powder blue sky speaking between a convention of maples gathered to worship at the end of our slippery cul-de-sac.


Tether 4, 2018
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