Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Saturday, June 01, 2013
mouths
Why would the starlings hop with yellow beaks agape? Maybe for the oppressive heat, or for the beauty of things hidden within overlong grass. I kept my mouth closed, knowing they wouldn't tell me which.
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