Renée Christine Ehle

but alone i am being numb being like a lone wart on my own finger neither pain(ful) nor (un)known but quiet is a peace but just a piece of me pierced to be a kind of hole bored and narrow bare(ly) holy but streets are clean but a blossom dropped a pink cherry blossom on blank concrete spring springing (un)seen and (un)seized dropped and passing but nature is noticed now but the pale raccoon waddles in the light before the evening and in the morning out of its normal nightness but on this ordinal day the void returns and undoes creation