so much joy it hurts: Postcard, Olena Kalytiak Davis
Lately, I am capable only of small things.
Is it enough
to feel the heart swimming?Jim is fine. Our first
garden is thick with spinach
and white radish. Strangely,
it is summerbut also winter and fall.
In response to your asking:
I fill the hours
then lick them shut.Today, not a single…