The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta August 26, 2013 3

Leaves turn over in a breeze—a small shock-wave from a far-off storm. A flock of yellow walnut leaves breaks free, fluttering to the ground.

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Louise
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That’s lovely. That’s poetry.
1. Dave Bonta
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