black birds call from the pine tress
I’m Here! over and over
and
then
this little pocket of quiet
in between
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black birds call from the pine tress
I’m Here! over and over
and
then
this little pocket of quiet
in between
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
Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
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