Out to dry like a cormorant spreading wings? A rigidity that finds no apt skeleton? Is a poem more than laundry along a line?
You might recall your grandmother saying, “A good meal has a spine – supple with a relaxed properness. Never stuffy.” Everyone is paring wine with food. Don’t forget conversation.
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whence springs
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An effect of new geography, and new things to see? I love and admire cormorants. I see them often when I row. And they are, in fact, hanging their wing feathers -- which are not as water-repellant as other birds' feathers -- out to dry.
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