Outside, I open a letter just arrived.This friend has not written in some whilebut I have not moved homes in so long,it reaches me just the same. I have not moved in so long,my legs are napping. I stretch out in the sunshine.Untouched by grass.Rested on sun-soaked concrete,draped in soft blanket. From here, I can see inside.Inside,where my love is making something beautiful. Today is … Continue reading painfully small dream