treasures climb into my basket sun whispers, I capture with dew two wrens with a picnic for two a lone red berry from a holly tree anoles who are looking for heat pearls, riches found deep in the sea your heat in any winter’s night hiccups from a small toy poodle my words, I am…
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My new poem “Picnic and a Crow,” live on masticadores india
in the glee of a sapphire sky, the sun plays leapfrog with a cloudcake chinwags to cheese falling off the family’s tattered picnic tablelanding by hungry carpenter ants grateful to be done building a stable boys swerving on a swing sitting sideways long ago nailed to an oakwrestling, like a couple of bulls, a raven…