Saturday, July 18, 2020

Just the right amount

of sweetness & tang.  Nothing like chilled fruit on a summer day.  Nothing like a summer day cooling down.  Nothing like chilled soup.  Or a crisp line of poetry. 
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  1. Susan E. GangelAugust 27, 2020 at 12:06 PM

    someone from the silly tries
    to poke a puddle blind

    blanket for a homestead
    tethers too tight for me

    idyllic loams turn over
    and find a sadness within

    & appaloosas keep beginning
    to make their way back home

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