Why she writes
why she writes doesn't interest her as much as why some days she finds her being staring out into space.....
letting the pen invite her in, without a filter, fresh word snow coddling some labor pains--
indifferent to whether or not it rains; healing the indifference, making each word count, round about
it has never been this quiet during a storm--cats asleep, bird song muffled, secrets we do keep--
and still--
the sun returns--
in the distance a pick up truck carries bushels of apples, still dotted with last night's heavy rain
words/photo- kate lamberg(c)'18
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