Alongside
︎︎︎ George Dibble
︎ July 28, 2025
Trail-walking toward a city that’s no
salvation. The wind makes me
forget. And I am no longer walking. More moved. And my
daughter grabs my hand. Reminds me
of her day. Her flower drawings. She wants
to put them on the fridge. To see them every day. “You can
never have enough,” she says. Wants
to cover the whole fridge. “You can always have more,” she smiles as
she holds my hand, hair wind-blown;
not leading, but reminding.
salvation. The wind makes me
forget. And I am no longer walking. More moved. And my
daughter grabs my hand. Reminds me
of her day. Her flower drawings. She wants
to put them on the fridge. To see them every day. “You can
never have enough,” she says. Wants
to cover the whole fridge. “You can always have more,” she smiles as
she holds my hand, hair wind-blown;
not leading, but reminding.