The Rogue Nun
Progress
Wind whips hair
as the compass points North
to nowhere
and everywhere.
The foot,
tentatively trusting,
steps forward.
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
National Poetry Month - April 25, 2020
Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
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