Silence
the birds are quiet
in Inwood Indiana
at dusk in summer
Keep walking
More from the ditch
Fallow Ground
The Legend of Sabine by Arvilla Fee
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At twilight, the fishes are retreating To the distant depth, like an ocean They are sure of disappearance with all The effort being made. There is no more Jumping out…
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There are many different yous. A multitude matching your philosophy. I am drawn in first by the look of you, and then the depth of you; that is how these…