A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Fog
more rain, straight from sky to ground. green grass speckled with purple clover, frogs chirring and peeping, wren singing all the day. lightning bugs taking over at dusk, slowly appearing in the dark. fog slowly filling the night air now.
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