i went to the park near my home with this beautiful boy, and before going i wrote some of my poetry pieces on my typewriter. we hung my pieces on a fishing line that we tied around the trees. one of the pieces wasn’t tied on tight enough, and it blew away into the creek a few feet away from us. we left it there, and as we were leaving, we saw these runners reading my poetry pieces in the woods. every piece was about love, and on one of the pieces of paper i wrote, “love is never lost”. and i heard the runners talking about how much they enjoyed the poetry, and how they hoped they would stay on the line forever. it was a nice, calming, and warm afternoon.
