a small stone
...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Tuesday, February 28
in the early grey light of the bathroom, blackbirdsong streams in through the frosted glass.
Monday, February 27
my yoga teacher's words stay with me all day -
meeting and greeting what feels difficult
Friday, February 24
a guilty handful of crisps an hour before dinner
leave behind the smell of frying & a lick of salt
Thursday, February 23
a concentrated drop of light on the Buddha's golden chin
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