Like the First Day
colorful birds burst
from hidden places
among the branches
soar across the water
hover to savor
and absorb
all that they see:
showering joy . . .
unbeknownst
to them.
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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Swaddled in warm, expensive furs a confident middle-aged man sits claustrophobically tilted in his carriage. Rain beats down on his compartm...
