storm in the time of climate change
thunderclouds bruise blue sky birds propelled by wind men kneel arms outstretched greet their friend the rain provider of sustenance enamored of this power brother rain overstays his welcome nighthawks circle flooded fields it is over
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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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