Jul 2020
I don’t care what the weatherman says
this is a promising morning
here and there
I see piercing birdcalls
making slits
long and short, wide and narrow
on the black sky
to let light in
this is a promising morning
here and there
I see piercing birdcalls
making slits
long and short, wide and narrow
on the black sky
to let light in
(Illinois)
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