Finding Giverny Off A Sand Road In Rural FL
Monet painted our pond: wind slurring the water, lily pads blurred with white lights against green swirls, the eye of a cataract sky awash with Van Gogh’s iris. Heat Wave Contents
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after reading Mary Oliver I cannot reach you at five a.m. when you spring awake to watch a summer rose fall into a pink-petaled lake where fishes bloom. I’m not a morning person unless a winter less night yawns & stretches into dawn with jarring songs of owls & whippoorwills and the charming squeak of a bat. Outlined at dusk, its soaring silhouette intersects the evening sky, circling insects and other small...
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