Ponderable polemics, poetic

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a new day

  • To the east

    Fresh sun drips from above low-hanging fruit; a new day awaits harvest from the sagging branch of an ancient black walnut yawning, stretching its limbs crackling, groaning arthritic objection in the breeze sitting in the shelter of dawn, I mimic the tree in awakening agreement Read more