Friday, July 12, 2024

By Chad Lee Robinson

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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