The Henhouse Boy
Your frail shape, luminous, / Weightless, is stirring the dust
It was several days after a trip to Washington State that I thought about the Henhouse Boy. I don’t know why the story popped into my head. Sometimes a stream of consciousness is the way to keep the mind from the trappings of inhibitions. So I made a mental note about the thought that popped into my head and tucked it away until today.
The story took…
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