Sunset, After Quail Hunting With My Father
A young girl is crying because she does not understand how birds can fly and there
is no man in the moon. But the legend persists until the natives begin to worship
gunpowder and believe that every insect carries a tiny moon in its heart, which is released
when it dies. On each of these moons another world is possible. Dusk, I understand now
your solitude and want to follow you. There is nothing more beautiful or fragile than
insect husks on a pebble beach in the moonlight.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.