sunset flashwingtip to wingtiptwo galahs
work day—a cyclist choosesthe scenic route
contrail dreaming . . .from somewhereto somewhere
misty morningthe blowing breaths of a bull calf
high countrycrystalline trickles of snowmelt
country showthe rosy glowof apple jellyGlenys Ferguson
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