Whatever else happens, I don’t want to miss it.

of my body, resting on your easel. It is static, almost.

The machine of my body is humming.  There is a record
The machine of my body is humming. There is a record
of my body, resting on your easel.  It is static, almost.
of my body, resting on your easel. It is static, almost.
I saw the Cooper’s hawk leave the ground with nothing,
I saw the Cooper’s hawk leave the ground with nothing,
and carry it into the air. The nothing he carried
and carry it into the air. The nothing he carried
was yellow. It was the most beautiful thing. —Gretchen Marquette
was yellow. It was the most beautiful thing.
—Gretchen Marquette

One response to “Whatever else happens, I don’t want to miss it.”

  1. oh man…I did miss it….I came late to the party……about photo number four above…….so glad you documented what I missed! I was home and just had my curtain drawn because it had been sprinkling! So glad you caught that gorgeous sky!!

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