Tag Archives: Mud

THE POWER PUSH OF SPRINGTIME

The springtime rises, ever green gentle, blooming, beautiful, , , incomparably powerful. . . a world that lay in dormant rest shoots up again to muddy-lush, to make it seem as if all life would ever move this strong and … Continue reading

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MY MARK

The mark of my word +++++seen on screen ++++++++++or rough page, +++++++++++++++or on waves of the air ++++++++++++++++++++where +++++++++++++++++++++++++it can be heard. . . is no match +++++for the print of my foot, ++++++++++left by chance +++++++++++++++on dry sand, ++++++++++++++++++++sticky … Continue reading

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DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS

Frozen in the face of deathly threat– A deer, in dark midroad by speeding, head-lit cars beset– about as fearful as it gets. . . Or what about those ill-timed cats who sprint for center street and looming harm of … Continue reading

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