How do the birds know
in the cold, in the still-dark,
nested in rain-soaked trees,
that this, now
Now,
this is the time to sing
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How do the birds know
in the cold, in the still-dark,
nested in rain-soaked trees,
that this, now
Now,
this is the time to sing
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
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