Duckling Pastoral
downy dancers bob balletically on wavelets ignorant of rain and wind and incandescent lightning strikes the hunter’s gun as they grow, take flight nymphs and sprites of innocence in the forest night
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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