The dark-eyed juncos flock to the two dark wounds in all this white: the plowed road’s bare stone and the thin, quiet trickle of a stream.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
The dark-eyed juncos flock to the two dark wounds in all this white: the plowed road’s bare stone and the thin, quiet trickle of a stream.
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Magpies, plovers and wagtails;
three sizes of black and white watchfulness patrol the grassland.
Simmering heat; rounded shoulders and burnt leaves.
Crickets celebrate a watered garden.
The evening closes with a faded denim sky.
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