Tomorrow at noon Catriona Strang and I will read at SFU's noon hour Lunch Poems series. In looking for things to read, I came across five lines I started last year, only to lose track of them.
Re-reading these lines, which seem to characterize a condition, I wondered how I might ground them. That's when Peter came to mind.
So that's what I did yesterday: finished my poem while walking through the woods with Pete.
doctors all yourself