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Wisteria About the blue tint of spring shade and the concrete pillars, bumblebees hum in the lavender purses of petals, the stalks of flowers swaying and bowing to the breeze like hund…
Horse Grave In the smell of damp crushed grass and the legs that rise from them like bare-…
Fly The bird around my neck will fly away someday, soon. It disgusts me what is left at the bottom of the old bottle the wine gone stale saliva still clinging to the cork and the rim. Five minutes past midnight …
Goldfinch There was a thwunk on my half-open window and the bushes rustled. I ran out and parted the gently swaying branches to find a goldfinch, its small chest heaving, beak open, its…