“The beach on a fall night is a terrifying and beautiful end of the world.”

We scratch our heads in wait of what to say,
And only know the words when the time has passed.
We're always sure tomorrow, but wrong today,
Our lives missed opportunities amassed.

Sam makes a right onto Broadway,
Where she’s meeting her mom for tea.
It’s two o’clock on a Thursday,
and the sun glares through the trees.

A sonnet.

Echoes.

nothing but hope.

Jane points to a lone bird on a powerline

as Tim looks down the tracks for the train…

She puts her bra on first, just as pretense returns,

because her chest contains her heart, which beats under naked skin.

So soft, this moment.