Perhaps you will look up...

...and see this poem on your bus. If you live in Atlanta. In the future.

It will be part of this cool series, sponsored by the Emory Poetry Council.

I think this (whatever it is) has turned into an actual piece of writing, so I am not going to continue it here, for the moment. But yes, continue. I want to see where this goes.

Of course, I need to get back to the book that's supposed to come out in October. Waiting for my readers' comments to finish arriving. Waiting to feel not just a sort of longing to get back in it, but to feel its necessity.

I will keep coming back here though. Certainly I'm juggling some things, but in this space I have new things to say, I think. Now that I have cracked the tall, dusty barrier I'd piled in front of it.

Also, I think I'll redecorate.