Untitled transmission began
static lights flicker like unreliable stars
An empty street, heavy footsteps in damp air
Resonance beneath muted songs
Lost parts of yet to be found maps
scattered echoes
hymn that hums with lack of scripture
Bath hands in common rituals – lighting candles
Signal found in noise
there are rings, trace midsummer afternoons
glass bottle writes messages to the sea
Corners lined with little shimmers of sand
these quiet glances - morsels of kindness