Foundation
Up high, the air is always restless. Below, sagebrush, old and new houses, dot the mesa. A meadowlark sings as the sun breaks the horizon. The ascension of notes spill over the landscape—to the cemetery, a listing treehouse, a person sleeping in his truck, the woman standing on the balcony.
(In 1974, Leonard Cohen read his poem “Two Went to Sleep” on the radio during an interview. When the interviewer asked what the poem meant, Leonard paused, and then read it again. In that spirit, I’m allowing this fifty word story to be my Substack post. Hope you are well. I’ll return with more words soon.)
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