dangling participles

Los Angeles, 2018

I.

What am I listening for?

The rhythm of an endless human-centered conversation.

Why?

To feel the space between our next collective breath.

II.

The sky split in half with the trail of an early flight.
Orange morning light, a long exhale, and the sound
of pencil on paper filling a page. I appreciate
clouds temporary status and apply that truth
to my own temporary life.

III.

I want to find a way to open
from the inside,
safely and slowly,
with pleasure and wonder.

IV.

Put your weapons down.

The sky is the same as yesterday: blue and uninterrupted.

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