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It's
the sunlight
so rich you could lift it
in a tin cup--fill it with sky--take a swallow
of glowing and sing.
— Jul 27, 2026 05:49PM
the sunlight
so rich you could lift it
in a tin cup--fill it with sky--take a swallow
of glowing and sing.
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6.
Winter wheat
stalks bent: red
bows fiddle sky.
7.
Crows
on that telephone line: restless necklace black laughing
pearls.
8.
Magpie
pecking a snowbank:
poemless page &
spilled inkwell.
— Jul 27, 2026 02:32PM
Winter wheat
stalks bent: red
bows fiddle sky.
7.
Crows
on that telephone line: restless necklace black laughing
pearls.
8.
Magpie
pecking a snowbank:
poemless page &
spilled inkwell.
Alison Rose
is on page 16 of 209
Their moon peeled a panicked eye, goggled
blind as they ran. Headlights froze them, twin moonbeams
ran them down, tufts of their dreams tangled in thickets
of border tumbleweeds.
— Jul 27, 2026 11:17AM
blind as they ran. Headlights froze them, twin moonbeams
ran them down, tufts of their dreams tangled in thickets
of border tumbleweeds.