fairness
it is hard for the nostalgic to forgive. I was raised on awareness and reincarnation. I remember, doghouse, the dollmaker’s tornado. and how to clear for my drunkest brother a mousetrap from a mountain path. believing, as a hostage would, in the taker’s amnesia.
kingsoftrain 
Another arresting piece. No matter my mood, your work always makes my mind snap to attention. I would like to take a seminar on the poetry of Bart Smock, get some other people’s insights, along with my own.
I hope you and your family are well and happy.
thanks, as always, for reading!