Monday, July 29
Climbing one another's Inclinations.
Saturday, July 20
I glimpsed all of those early mornings
and hazy afternoons
and senses lost,
swim together in a bittersweet compliance
that even today,
ways can and must be inevitably parted.
Tuesday, July 9
There is something about the Irish, in their hands, maybe,
a warmth, and cheer to mask bits of loneliness,
that after seven weeks
I still can't fully grasp.