Thursday July 25, 2019

In the blue sky, the downward dog of a moon just past the clothesline. I take my apple core to the compost, a dark chaos too hot for worms.

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  1. Now you’re across the pond
    from me in Cobleskill, NY.
    Still the same hot mug
    and damp of days.
    Rustling green of water-
    logged leaves.

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