Traveling alone for weeks with only
bicycles and boats
and Tolstoy for company,
I hardly ever speak.
For days a single sentence
semicolons inside me,
a long rough cord of knots.
Used with the permission of the author.
Traveling alone for weeks with only
bicycles and boats
and Tolstoy for company,
I hardly ever speak.
For days a single sentence
semicolons inside me,
a long rough cord of knots.
Used with the permission of the author.