If you moved to Maine
to become a summer farmer,
I’d bring a book to the markets
and spend hours under the beating,
watching the fair-weather wanderers
peruse your hard-earned fruits,
and when the winter came
I’d bundle up
and make us coffee
and wait for spring.
Fascinated by the multitude of ways humans communicate, Paige Foster spends a lot of time trying to coax various languages and mediums into playing nice with her.