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Sunset
poetry

Sunset

Have you ever heard the clang of bells or do you know the sound of fireworks? Do you know the warmth of crackling hearths? The sky today is all these things. The highest silky ribbon sings like bells, the metal launching with its sound the hushed commence of day or heralding its close as in … Continue reading

Watershed
poetry

Watershed

For all my wisdom, I find it plumbs no deeper than a puddle’s bottom. Sitting shallow now in sidewalk cracks, I once came from the deep. A rainstorm took me thence and could carry me back, bearing drops like me to watersheds. When rivers, whose courses merge and braid, bear me off, what little height … Continue reading