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Poetry

She-Eagle

Say, how deep is the long lake, we asked a she-eagle who rose above the water like a great kite or parasail in the shape of a girl with wings.
August 17, 2021
Poetry

On Repairing Windchimes

I halfway thought the wind would still be in them, but the little coppery chimes were full instead of spider sacs and dauber mud, gray-red from the airs of abandoned years and hard as a gem.
August 10, 2021