The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta July 9, 2025 2

Overcast and cool. Up on the ridge, a Cooper’s hawk calls once—a workman’s sudden, colorful string of curses—and falls silent. A towhee comes out into the meadow to sing.

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David J Bauman
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I swear, sometimes these are prose haiku <3

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1. Dave Bonta
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