like a baby bird whose feathers have not yet grown in. it's white and plain and it's everything it will be when it is ready, only more exciting, because it is on the edge of becoming
I am the second pair of eyes, post copy-editing for My Mother and Other Lies, the sixth chapbook of the Shoreline Writers' Society. It will be printed soon. It will be beautiful, filled with stories and poems that are ready to take flight.
I will remember it like it is right now, naked and simple and just on the edge of becoming real.
question: why is "just before it happens" always the best part?
momopoet - incubating
ps Thank you Helmi, Thank You Fred