#17 (I'll try for an extra to make up for yesterday later...

#17 (I'll try for an extra to make up for yesterday later)

"He also said, 'I am the vine. I am the door.' Was he really a vine, a door?"

-Lady Jane Grey

In and of itself the wind is nothing—

an invisible hem through a lawn

rich with forsythia—always the first

to come. But whose hem? It's wracked with vine; it

catches in the sky-door's jamb. Then the sun.

In and of itself the wind is nothing—