The cloud sea. Two crows bow to the pink edges. They perch on top of the Douglas firs, where the sun unfolds, seeping through as though salt from the sea. And the clouds move steadily–sloped mountainsides, saturated grey-blue: storms, far hills, still moments between waves.
Between Waves
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One response to “Between Waves”
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Muchas gracias. I needed that. Verses-in-the-flow.





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