For Two Quarters, Broken Wings
An Unfinished Work
ak! one word says so little, so much more in even all that coherent insufficiency, but there it is.
...we were strange birds. a greatly dispaced seagull and an alley crow? i don't know. strange birds nonetheless, as estranged to one another as can be, and there it was and there it lay save for the remaining great sky above all.
...having taken to sky, i leave. the nearest beach is in texas and it's gulf, befouled even further nowadays, and of course still of texas as it was. i would be in california if i could, mayhap...
