gathered on today’s walk
this bowl of supple leaves in bright shades
this bowl of supple leaves in bright shades
tomorrow’s crumbled leaf dust
tomorrow’s crumbled leaf dust
tonight’s centerpiece glowing in candlelight
gathered on today’s walk
this bowl of supple leaves in bright shades
this bowl of supple leaves in bright shades
tomorrow’s crumbled leaf dust
tomorrow’s crumbled leaf dust
tonight’s centerpiece glowing in candlelight
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