The white sky’s bright wound slowly scabs over. A groundhog’s head emerges from the hole under the bedroom, its eyes as bottomless as wells.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
The white sky’s bright wound slowly scabs over. A groundhog’s head emerges from the hole under the bedroom, its eyes as bottomless as wells.
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no water today. the plumbing whispers empty promises.
all up the street it calls into bottomless wells.
Full of the most wonderful imagery.