the play is the thing we return to
and we know what is coming
how it ends
but hope for a twist
as if we could learn
alongside the characters
transform ourselves, too
live again, night after night
uncertain endings for all
a curtain call
we cannot live expecting tragedy
but we all have our tickets
then in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of Fall and now snow does with the gust white whirling snow devils
I didn't drink coffee until after highschool that summer I took a new job at River Marina first morning on the job Pat Jennings, my new boss asked, "Do you drink coffee?" I shook my head "Well, then y