Friday, October 18, 2019

Seen in normal light


above ground.  Calligraphy.  What is being written is open to interpretation -- gnarled or gone underground.  Reminds me to edit that poem -- again.  Reminds me it's time to roast root vegetables.
Serve on a plate in evening light.
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  1. Susan E. GangelNovember 8, 2019 at 12:46 PM

    On the outer reed the holes blew firm. Beyond the sumptuous patch of mint, she lay her head down to sleep. A million other antidotes became importune.

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