by Abbe Rolnick | Jan 8, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
ImpulseI have my routinesThe tried-and-true form That keeps me sane.I’d call it my path to freeness.Once grounded, I let goFind the spacesDiscoverA seagull swallowing a starfishA great blue heronHigh in a tree, hunched in graynessMorphing to elegance as the wings...
