Five pages on John the Baptist, Herod and Herodias, and sleeping alone and this is what I end up with, a fragment from an old journal entry that wouldn't let me be.
Woolgathering
I keep the sound of a motorcycle on a dirt road;
jazz piano in a room just going dark in April;
that final loving letting go,
and I card the wool.
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