Small Knots
The kitchen table
I watched two pairs of hands work over the twine, patient with something that could have been tied in a second. The stems held their green a while longer. Nobody spoke; the light did the only talking it needed to.
The kitchen table
I watched two pairs of hands work over the twine, patient with something that could have been tied in a second. The stems held their green a while longer. Nobody spoke; the light did the only talking it needed to.