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
sun and salt bleachedthe shell still singsthe wind’s songGlenys Ferguson
riverside strollthe hidden songof a reed warbler
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