Posted on 21 June 2018
by J.S. Graustein
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The warming and dry. Not only those sands, the dunes heaped and rounded, but here. Where the umbrella serves as cover or cane, to gesture and point, left in the stand by the door, its folds with beads found between. And not. For: days…
Category: SolsticeSeriesTags: butterflies, folded word, kelly r samuels, nature, poem, Poetry, solstice, SolsticeSeries
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