shared, as coat racks murmur’d with wait. i wonder how different our tunes could be, melodies flat or sinewy, when we are here in the same leaning shade of our home’s big tree. most nights, i tell you my version of how we first met and thanks for your fine edits. if i do not get to our first kiss in time, i am left alone humming that river sound by our first sleeping spot. found the toughest space from which to express worship and nailed it. nailed it like seeds on a river bank, nailed it like whole slews of bright sky smothering a firstborn in war time portraits.