The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta August 28, 2014 2

A cicada starts his electric saw and stops. It’s too cold for cicadas. The sky’s a deep blue. A walnut leaf curled like a boat floats down.

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Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)
10 years ago Permalink

So glad you’re back! These little treasures in my inbox start my day beautifully.
1. Dave Bonta
  10 years ago Permalink
  
  Hey, thanks. I do enjoy posting them, and miss not being able to when I’m away.

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