There is a space for new words, but this may not be it.
Words recalled and revisited make their own spaces.
Words revisited,
places seen.
Water talking through the trees
and into lost places
history last knew.
Draw a line to the penny moon.
Watch dusk settle
and reshape the earth
and all this while
spring is peering at us,
brokering
fresh traditions
and inducements
to go forward
not back
to where we are known.
