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Daily Archives: April 12, 2021
she rules the world (the sky, the breeze, the trees) from the back of a horse. of course, school starts soon and the boys will come a-wooing and she’ll chew on their flattery (both acrid and sweet),so different from the alfalfa sprigsshe’s used to. she’ll trot to … Continue reading
The moon’s a sentenced convict in a star-barred sky, bold in her great-ness. She’s asked Orion’s belt to play her something snappy, some happy race along the Milky Way. We admire her season -ed song, the wolf-toned reason she howls her voice. The day’s … Continue reading
Convicted by sunrise the changing seasonthe wayward voice of a shifting breeze , we play at staying chasing a lost raceholding greatness on hungry tongues. The day holds sentences we cannot serve.
they race, their faces turned to saffron -seasoned sun, their embered voices raging ona play of roar and soar and con-viction of great rising moon. :: PAD Challenge, day 12.