Aleksei and Nadya Belikh, Kostroma painters near the Volga River
Being Wise Fifty-Seven March 6, 2022
I live by days, days of the week.
Monthly days. I have to make
myself remember what day it is.
I lost my garden seeds. I’m still
looking, but they seem to have
vanished. I’ll search a little
longer. I’ve lost and found other
things. They must be here unless
the mice ate them. That must be
a fantasy. A packet full of seeds
to disappear like that? Don’t
give up yet. They must be here
somewhere..
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