Quote:
The Broken Word (excerpts)
4: Facing Ngai
Mid-morning after rain.
Mountains flowing rapidly under clouds.
The valley paths a freshened red
with yellow puddles, glittering weeds.
Tom walked between the lines
of coffee for half a mile,
knocking fragments
of water onto his sleeves—
little bubble lenses
that amplified the weave
then broke, darkening in.
He walked to within earshot
and no further.
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I love that little part especially, but there is more at the link