Social Isolation: Day 70
Social Isolation: Day 70 Every kind of bird is busy making promises to the green world now, in a language old as trees, old as sex, and we in isolation call into the mystery of cells and sound waves a weightless flight of words, weaving, in spite of everything, nests “You still here?" "Still here,” from the language of old friends with shortcuts “And your little chicks?” "Yes, all.” S. Robbins May 27, 2020
Sherry Robbins 