Tuesday October 02, 2018

Over at the neighbors’, a chainsaw whines and grumbles through a tree, waves of noise rising and falling like the years. A distant crow.


  1. “like the years” makes me think of all the mornings I’ve awakened to the whine of a chainsaw. Perfect.

    1. Thanks. It’s funny how sometimes the most literal imagining (saw cutting through tree rings) can lead to the most allusive images.

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