This morning, cloisonné clouds turnthe wings of gulls into lyricalpatterns against the sky—a meditation in pinks and apricots they spiral above and around me,unreachable, then follow me downthe street to my emptied house. I pass other people’s children hop-scotchingwildly, freely—with unstable movementsthey teeter toward the safety of home square. From the long shadow of a statue over-looking city hall, their… Read more →