flakes peeling
off the old pine gate
collecting my thoughts
—Herb Tate
beginning
to grow on me
grave side grass
—Herb Tate
purple
until I google the field
lacy phacelia
—Herb Tate
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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