Thursday, December 12, 2019

Not falling stars


but fallen stars.  How they illuminate a sidewalk.  Miraculous.  Miraculous as a shared meal.  Miraculous as one word joins another.  

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  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 23, 2019 at 12:37 PM

    The outside colors glow--why not get to the point and not wait around the pole for the hoist to occur? No one's weeding the garden these days, fallow until dawn

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