Musings, poetry, and other nonsense that occupies my thoughts.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Close enough to touch
the Forest
sleeps, an Angel smiles
squirrels
play chase a grackle
thief feasts on a worm the robin plucks
another there are more than enough to share it rains in
Tennessee and I reach across the many miles to take your proffered hand
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