The hand is the second
face, she said.
The sand was the
reason. The rocks were the
reason. The ocean was the
reason.
I had this idea
that every
moment lives forever
The moon was the
reason. The stars were
the reason. The
galaxy was the reason.
It was Sunday
inside. It was
blue and transparent
It was not captured
but a wave sound, it
reminded me of
The back of that head
covered with hair
was marked with thoughts
The sun turned the
grey earth into
a shaking garden.