ste!!a gassaway: unpredictable thoughts

You that sang to me once sing to me now
let me hear your long lifted note
survive with me
the star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
do you hear me

do you still hear me
does your air
remember you
o breath of morning
night song morning song
I have with me
all that I do not know
I have lost none of it

but I know better now
than to ask you
where you learned that music
where any of it came from
once there were lions in China

I will listen until the flute stops
and the light is old again

- W.S. MERWIN

Craig is here for the month. My brother is happy to be on vacation from his sheltered workshop. Three whole weeks! That doesn’t mean there isn’t work to do.

Yesterday Mr C. did lots of labels for moving our office.

A sharpie is a labeler’s best friend.

Half way there.

Done.

Awesome!