Friday, October 31, 2025

Here in the weaving of leaves

the sound of stories being passed down whenever the air stirs or an animal scurries.  Scimitar pens.  

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  1. Susan E. GangelNovember 12, 2025 at 9:59 AM

    All the world's a clatter
    Buffalo on the dawn
    The yawning cypress
    Still in the earth
    A hungry hawk circling for grit
    This tiny town can't hold it back
    The telling of its stories

    from Rider, sf, ca

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