the mare's gentle breathing . . .
what I've only ever told
the
wind
Chad Lee Robinson
birds singing
in the dark before dawn . . .
their names elude me
but I know yours
and
you know mine
Chad Lee Robinson
home from the vet--
the sound of my feet
alone
in the leaves
Chad Lee Robinson
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