I.
on the nature of
summer: a bird contemplates
available light.
II.
light enough to fly
through space and time, yet havoc
hammers my inbox.
III.
the snowflake hammers
me in august. the t.v.
says, good night, irene.
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As always, very nicely done. You're great, Greta!
ReplyDeleteSounds like Greta, like many of us, is burning the midnight oil trying to pull together all the pesky little details that make up syllabi and assignments, while trying to ignore the incessant clamor of the inbox. As always, the moment is admirably captured.
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