Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Nine
Starting out way ahead.
The chill in the air. Crunchy leaves underfoot.
An open ear means you become a holder of many secrets.
Wait. I learned how to have these kinds of conversations.
I can just take a walk.
Peppercorn trees and vines emptied of their fruit, and the blue sky streaked with clouds and purple plums on a tree and the house that only had white cars.
Tension.
Just one more test. Just one more.
Give what you can when you can.
Who knows if they’re actually listening.
