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4/17/2021 We never know where we are on the 17th
I’m in rushed and lazy mind today. Everything sticks with a short, electric snap.
Today’s poem and then, maybe a nap or the murder mystery equivalent;-)
After Image and Other 2 Word Visions Con/Jur/d 4/17/2021 Old growth, shagged bark, occupied hollow, feral hedge, explodes yellow, entwines green, accents white. Shadows boil, leaves flail. Shriek & squeak, branch shudders, quiet thumping. Smell rain, taste iron, feel clouds, breath shortens. Something moves! Hurry home, after scene.
Enjoy a lazy Saturday y’all. Much Love,