Tuesday, May 29, 2018

A Day


the smells of summer
the patterns of rain
the limits of day

under satisfaction
the shadowy dirt
of an open road

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Also, what Nu got in her summer basket:
(At got something similar)

(Water bottle, headband, hat, notebook (all items $1); tanks, 
Black Panther, Aru Shah, sunscreen for school, a Lansing city passport.)

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