First Light
for the very beginning
The stage nobody photographs. Not the day she decided — the ordinary Tuesday four months later, when it is real and quiet and hers. Single blooms, open forms, one thing beginning.
Something bloomed in a bad year.
for the very beginning
The stage nobody photographs. Not the day she decided — the ordinary Tuesday four months later, when it is real and quiet and hers. Single blooms, open forms, one thing beginning.
Something bloomed in a bad year.
