For Grace Hackel Lebow.
But I’ve seen the circle of your heart take on textures over the years
I can only paraphrase your burgundy desires undertake restoration of an evening bourbon alliterate your angles
As a waif tracing the stone-faced streets of a corrosive city you gathered the long strands of indifferent guardianship scavanging hard-won experiences placing pegs in the cliffs of social services and effecting through your efforts an ecology of endeavors a portfolio of care and caring an approbation of affect
November 22, 2023