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Lawn Care

Don’t grieve when your eyes age
and details blur.
Now weeds in the yard transform—
tiny white flowers
float
Only if you bend close
do stems appear and
tether the magic floating blossoms
to earth.

So, also, don’t grieve over your shaggy
weed-scattered lawn. Mowed,
those floating blossoms
disappear.

The Novel Bunch

aka: The Happy Bookers

The Sketchbook

MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME

Red Wolf Prompts

I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"

typewriter rodeo

custom poems on vintage typewriters

A Poet in Time

One Poet's Writing Practice

Writing the Day

A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014

Invisible Horse

Living in the moment

leaf and twig

where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry