The unfinished sheet A thin imagined sheet of glass, looked at for a while and then set aside. Filed, not deleted. This filed job What we wrote down The tries
The road with no crash We looked at why a road jams when nothing crashed. We set that job aside so we could put one swipe brick on the glass. Filed, not deleted. This filed job What we wrote down The tries
Last night's sky We spent a night on the Moon's dark bite. We parked it. We did not say we got better. This filed job What we wrote down The tries