This was so cool! Such a lovely break from the world, I am excited to return and explore more :)
thank you for making this!
when they come back
And yet, there's still so much to be done
With grey winter cloud.
The Earth and I and One
with small rivers of ink streaming away from it
Cell phones, cellular tablets, and cellular
answering, as with a click beetle, the rotary
All those days we could keep
my thoughts flew to geese dumps and the numbers
Some day, this beach too —
When they come back — if Blossoms do —
peopling the centers and distances, the faraway
Sparrows scurrying
Unknown their resting-place.