Posted on 6 June 2018
by J.S. Graustein
what a good thing to be young and to call the creek behind your home ‘brother’ and to be fed by the same mouth and to spend the most fragile summer nights wondering how one becomes mighty and when — if ever — we…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: exploration, folded word, nature, poem, Poetry, Summer, water, WrittenWordWednesday
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