The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta March 20, 2013 1

One avatar of spring, despite the snow cover: a turkey vulture comes hurtling over the house, wings tilting crazily in the high wind.

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martinjulia
12 years ago Permalink

Again a balloon moment inflates, to encompass all.

MP’s six-year observational history qualifies as deep-time, given the Earth’s erratic shudders. Tis a balm to confirm that we experience interstices (85 last year) even in climate collapse. Trapped in a rubble pocket, dreading imminent pancake, how not to savor these last cold respirations?

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