why why why

sounds from somewhere else not out of the soul, waiting for sounds, oh waiting for sounds out of the soul

Catch

Even from this distance you could see the fin, the rainbow tail flipping angrily.

They held hands as the planet spun slowly around the sun.

Curious as a child is curious, she held her finger there, though it burned her slightly to do so.

The slow erosion gathers us all, whether we run from rain, or into it.

A flicker in shadow, the faintest touch of color, the form and the finesse.

In the end it was only silence.

The branching of the Arne River is by this hill
where its voice grows adult from upstream child…

I would begin with the letters they wrote to one another. Begin with their words of the daily, with a thread of love woven around them.

There was fear in his voice, acidic, and with it immediate anger.

Cherry juice stained her blouse without shame; perfect mother perfect day.

She was taller, and years had trained her eyes to look for hidden things.