A Sijo we steer through noise and detoursalready tired before noon; small faces turn toward our words—our answers lend the world a frame; when all else slips beyond reachlet our presence be what remains What Do You See 351 For WDYS, Sadje offers us a photo by Jakob Owens (Pexels) of a weathered orange roadside […]
Stay, or: The work of being
History of Sorts 
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