The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta July 3, 2011 3

Goldfinch in the garden: a coneflower stem breaks under his weight and he moves to another, probing the dark centers for a hint of seed.

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Goldfinch in the Garden
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1. Albert B. Casuga
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  …probing the dark centers for a hint of seed.
  My poem response at:
  http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-seed.html/
  1. Albert B. Casuga
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    http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-seed.html

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