Showing posts with label a morning haze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a morning haze. Show all posts
a morning haze
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a morning haze,
naquillity,
poem,
poesaics
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the surrounding lawn, white-
i'll grow in its silence
as the fog dehydrates
from a rising sun.
i'll see well tanned teasel shelving
its sleepy head along a barbed wire fence.
i'll hear chunter
between a robin and her three young
who are nestled
safely in a gutter's nest...
verdant grass will give way
to a blue horizon.
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