Social Isolation: Day 59
Birdsong ramps up today to an impossible complexity it draws me out, around the sinuous curves of the creek, through swirling clouds of apple blossom and into what is meant to be the school playing fields, empty now but for someone, sixteen, risking everything to make out behind the bleachers with another someone, and I won’t question anymore than birds or blossoms would whether the kiss is worth it, or why this particular sentence keeps running on and on… Sherry Robbins, May 15, 2020
Sherry Robbins 