a momentary respite…

Today: Implet

He’s listening. What is he listening for? A piper, surely — a piper as far as the edge of dawn, or as near as a hedgerow. May you hear at last that for which you ever listen.


Text and images from the unpublished manuscript “52 Scribbles”,copyright 2017 by M.C. Chambers. All rights reserved.

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