I watched the garden grow fat each noon, waiting for the sun to clench the soil dry and stir the roots ready to rise through moss. I fixed my eyes on the horizon. The noon is blazing gold. I even lick my dry lips, tasting salt from last night’s water glass. I tell you, I […]
summertime eulogy
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What a very wonderful poem by Angela, C! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, and I liked how the lines flow. Thank you so much for sharing! 👍☺️
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Glad you loved it too Y
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