Tag Archives: nature

thoughts of leaves

The reds are softened by grays this year as if some azure dye stains eyes . . . move along; there’s nothing to see here cars file along the freeway blind to the possibility that all this could be flame … Continue reading

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stump

I be sit here in forest moss blanket snug betimes heady long gone drug off by logger boys them long dead they was butterfly sit pretty on little daisy on me top now sunny rainsy alla same rooty rotty wormy … Continue reading

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