sharing and caring

On the first circle through the park I heard a noise, stopped, and looked up. Two moments later a hawk flew out of a tree and directly over my head. Beautiful hawk.

Somewhere Irene, my mother, is playing cards with three of her friends. She is still smoking Parliaments. Breaking even.

Sometime I’m driving Frannie’s Volkswagen, four on the floor, wildly under the influence of THC and Lake Winnipesaukee. The Volkswagen is tan.