Day 25

even the sundial
loses all track of time
following
the breeze swarm through
our sea of fresh pine needles

2 responses to “Day 25”

  1. Oh, a sundial! That little word “following” is so vibrant here with possible meanings, and I love the sea of pine needles.

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