morning moon
through birch tree branches
two old friends
who never tire
of each other’s company
morning moon
through birch tree branches
two old friends
who never tire
of each other’s company
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