from the dawn light
of these woods
she flies
into the tamarind tree
to
feed her chick . . .
Rupa Anand
from the dawn light
of these woods
she flies
into the tamarind tree
to
feed her chick . . .
Rupa Anand
lines of geese honk
flying north with the sun
rush
hour
Ruth Happel
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whole world in snail’s shell
pulled behind him everywhere—
living
the van life
Ruth Happel