green parrot feather
on sidewalk smeared words carved in
cement I was here
sunshine warms bones and spreads wings
clouds billow and drift eastward
Writer in San Francisco, CA
early morning i
sit drinking tea and listening
to raven croaking
gliding through the air to land
on lamp post slick with dew drops
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little one you look
so cute in your pink hoodie and
i think how i’ve known
you for ten years little pup
little girl with more gray hairs
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