Harmonics by nsbnina

Worries come easy these days. I see the thunderclouds first. Dancing reflections high in the distance rippling circles on the pond’s surface.                              # The blue heron hunkers silent its head cloven round Its long neck boasting a fringe of ruffled feathers like the long lashes of my sleeping child.                             # Hunched on his...

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