Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination.
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flat white coffee, sugar.
slow drip of the tap, and the clock
patting uniform slices of time into place.
parrots banter back and forth, a measure
each of contention and celebration.
I love these vivid sketches of yours.
Wafted back and forth by the jet-stream, ultimately downwards.