Of Things Lost and Needed

Hold onto your hats and your hearts-- it's about to get chaotic

‘Neath a battlefront of warring air masses, an odd calm encompasses the greening buds and burst-open flowers of oak, the dangling samaras of maple burnt gold, and the carefree undulations of spring azure butterflies. Kneeling in hot gravel under a beating sun, my greasy fingers struggling to press an old bolt back through two drill-holes in a slapped to…