Delphiniums in a Window Box

Delphiniums in a Window box Every sunrise, sometimes strangers' eyes. Not necessarily swans, even crows, even the evening fusillade of bats. That place where the creek goes underground, how many weeks before I see you again? Stacks of books, every page, character's rage and poet's strange contraption of syntax and song, every song even when... Continue Reading →

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