The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 23, 2014 4

In the silence after the bulldozer stops, a song sparrow sings his lying spring song over and over. A gauze of stratus cloud dims the sun.

4 Comments

Louise
11 years ago Permalink

That’s nice. Such a complex image.
Louise
11 years ago Permalink

…. maybe I should add as explanation, I see four things in there, two of which are missing. It’s lovely.
Dave Bonta
11 years ago Permalink

Thanks. Credit of course goes to Twitter for forcing me to be so concise!
Flower
11 years ago Permalink

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