Night Owl
L. climbed onto our bed during the wee hours of the night and put this little ceramic owl, from my dresser, into my hand, and asked me to take care of it. In the morning my hand was still holding the owl; I then knew it wasn’t a dream.
Jean Valentine’s new book of poetry, Little Boat.
Here, I like to listen to Jean Valentine read her poems.
This night owl - so magical.
take care, g xo