frozen pipes
waiting for
my head to explode
—Ann Sullivan
new morning
waking up
without bird song
—Ann Sullivan
overnight snow . . .
a deluge of paws
in and out of her garden
—Ann Sullivan
emoji . . .
wondering why
she never says it
—Ann Sullivan
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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