Tiny Sips

This is the kind of thing the kind of thing that floats in between people, groups, animals, plants. Not glue, it touches and connects without binding. It is a little all is all. It is a lot like finding. What I'm talking about is Vallejo, some of what happens in Vallejo: "My mother [his mother for example] walks in the orchard, savoring a savor now without savor. She is soft, so wing, so gone, so love." So wing, so gone, so love . . . Really? Yes. A new kind of yes. Not an unsad one: an unsaid sadness said.