Halvard johnson

Whole Cloth Strangers on trains rarely nod to each other. Grackles on rooftop finials racketing, long tails dipping in breeze.

Established religions vie with unestablished for tax breaks. Rolling stock awakens sleepers from their long nap.

Stealthy as ever, something comes over us. We know not what.

Trees of life take root among us, grasping at straws. Dark melodrama our forte, not overworked symbols. Is he in love with her, or merely seeking a haircut?