I found a new brand of pen in the drugstore and I’m on a trolley which distorts my handwriting although when it stops it is easier to write.
I don’t know what the next words will be or whether I will like any of this when I redo it later. I am grateful that some words come.
It occurred to me recently that we don’t–can’t–have complete explanations for anything including why I’m on this trolley and I am grateful for that as well.
MOVING PAST EACH STREET
WINTER HERE IS COOL AND WARM
PLOVERS EVER PLAY
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Kim Russell is hosting with the theme of handwriting.
Photo: “Writing on the Trolley”
News: I permitted Carly Stambaugh to use my poems as part of the data for her artificial intelligence project last October. She published her results last Friday. Three other poets were involved.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 