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Stick Season Sunrise

Drowsy words
lifted against a predawn sky,
which is pregnant

and may at any moment break;
rivulets of cantaloupe and rasp-
berry and all shades of ripened fruit. 106 more words

Everyday Magick

Butt Prints in the Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One pair of footprints there were seen.
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore. 146 more words