Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Grow/plow - nice pattern. Fine poem for me to end the day on.
Thanks, Jonathan. It’s a dear memory, and I never quite do it justice. Still, I try now and again, hoping for a cumulative result — like snow, like seeds, like stars.
Memories are always hard to nail down but this one sounds/looks like it's hammered firmly in place.
Vineyard gone, father gone, yet one still thrives and the other still walks. The memory itself a living thing. One seed lands on soil and grain results; another in the mind, and puts down roots. Thanks, Vassilis.
Dear William...written so beautifully and cultivated with love~~~
Thank you, Jan. Much love to you, dear friend.
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