Sometimes it’s in the way the fast-food server remembers to hand you a plastic knife. Or in the casually discussed weather report, drifting from the next table over.
Positive signs that things might be looking up, when for a time they have been not, are found in this new poem of mine — Upswing Thanks to the folks over at Lief Magazine for publishing this ebroadside.
Happy New Year. And remember not to be too hard on yourself!