Tag: prairie
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Day 13
a word for soft green with deep crevices fluttering in dark, yellow-gold sunlight, unburdened by wet snow
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Day 8
august thunderstorm tumbles along the pavement, whips city trees, casts spells on each hidden thing – even jealous river, birth bath
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Day 3
trucks on the freeway, flat land stretched out beyond i find myself looking out a window between my world and yours
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Day 2
tiny pools of snow along wind-battered off-ramp — tired gas station among the rows of corn stalks — I count each gust, each bluster
Poems from in between 