Another gray morning. A groundhog on walkabout freezes every six feet, eyes quick and brown as the shadow of a fox. Finches’ squeaky calls.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Another gray morning. A groundhog on walkabout freezes every six feet, eyes quick and brown as the shadow of a fox. Finches’ squeaky calls.
blue afternoon
Parrots sing of the Summer in a bleached blue heat.
Beans wave their first fat flags above the earth.
A crowd of melon seedlings push for sunlight.
Cotton curtains breathe slowly. The kitchen smells of mango.
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