His hands, mine, grip, our backs bend, arms lift stone and carry. Gnats come close, linger, bite. Knees bend, ache. Can this be who we are together best – two people building a wall of rocks in the woods, arguing over what constitutes a straight line?Continue reading… "Rock Wall"
They have no mercy
as they step in their high-heeled party shoes
into the meadow.
Dark-furred lips gather with expert care