A small mound of dirt has appeared in front of the porch. The sky’s a mottled gray, and I try to guess which bright spot hides the sun.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A small mound of dirt has appeared in front of the porch. The sky’s a mottled gray, and I try to guess which bright spot hides the sun.
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rows of cubed earth , unsifted, wet
puddles, ringed with rain, glow.
beans curl through wire, new seedlings stretch
birdsong, without shadows
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