Hold your attention, keep this together, thin sheets of your heart fastened along the same old lines, the squeeze and clatter memories Or you go young, releasing Sort the moments, choose which will shape your vessel space and place tiny metal touchstones, remember the hill Ponies, wind, something distant lifetimes before and to come maybe…

Daffodil bend and see the surface rippling yellow frilled and delicate Is this the nature of water? Image by Siegfried Poepperl at pixabay.com