Under the Dickinson bust an index card on which Remember, poetry ... is scribbled in red ink. Notebook in hand, back straight, mind alert, I start reading her last manuscript, Behind /Beyond the Attic Wall.
the year
dying in the night
I alone
lean out the window
into the dark
the year
dying in the night
I alone
lean out the window
into the dark
NeverEnding Story, October 18, 2014
