You call me down
you calm me down
you call me down
I fall down
The weight of nights
the height of days
earth is garden
all warmth migrates
Rain ripens:
material, nonsense.
I catch my breath,
I cut my eyes. Cry.
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I saw the most amazing early morning skies over the Maple River as I headed to work today, and had a feeling it would be the harbinger of a ...
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