12.2.2025
THE WOMEN
Elsa down the street lives alone, still speaks of my Jack. He could change a lock, patch drywall. Gone seven years now. House after neat house, the women, the Ring cameras. Evenings, the north wind has its way with the backyard chimes.
Oh my heart. The wind in the chimes and the Ring cameras.
What a beautiful sequence of lunes.
Oh, those North winds.