Final Site Sit

Saying Goodbye to My Site

 

This place is waking up now. The breeze laughs coolly. The trees stretch their limbs.

This place, now, is rustling… is restless… is riled… is ready

This place is worn now. The field’s shoulders are sunken. The core’s left soppy by lazy rainfall.

This place, now, even still, is rustling… is restless… is riled… is ready.

This place says a sleepy good morning now. I say a tired goodbye.