She goes out again what seems only a moment later and it's like she's been dancing around my heart. I've known her for decades, talked to her almost every day, and still this feeling - this being left with a smile. I feel like I could dance myself.
A small voice in my head tells me it was a good moment because I was part of it; I was smiling to make her smile. But I won't hear it.
The day is cold autumn rain and fierce summer cicadas. I am far away with the sea and old witches, and only tea is keeping me in touch with reality. I keep looking up and it's deep night and I'm sitting in the dark, needing to sleep but knowing as soon as I go to bed I'll think of a dozen things I want to be writing. This is the autumn and the summer in my heart.
I have added a new page to this website: a small collection of tiny poems.