Literature
Sword Swallower
Six seasons.
Seventy-seven weeks.
Seventeen and one half months.
Nineteen and one quarter lunar cycles.
Five hundred thirty four days and nights.
Seven hundred sixty-eight thousand nine hundred and 60 seconds.
We spent every one of these units of time together.
Spring
In the shadow of the oncoming storm, a tree shudders within, dropping its' fruit.
Tides rush before the storm carrying generations to a land with wounded soil where they perish.
Summer
Numbers are not real. I count them 3..5..23..88, 89, 90, 91..98, 99..115..Habit. See it. Sum it. Submit.
Pulling, pounding, pushing, breathing, the song of t