Friday, November 10, 2006
Something led me write of "a grassy knoll"& then I found a Marsh Fritillary
PICTURE POETRY: It used to be, for you and me, that poetry rarely would be about a tree rarer still, prose recalling words rich with history perhaps not for you, but for me, vocabulary has a place, a past, and future possibility so when I walk quietly, wanting to see deer or a butterfly named Marsh...
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