The Rogue Nun
Waiting on the Dog
Standing in the morning cold
more than half asleep,
I’m startled by the screams of a cross-eyed crow
demanding that I write
and not crawl back to nightmares.
March 19, 2017
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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