ã Jennifer Giandalone, June 12, 2002
love how it sounds one way in one ear
In the other.
I hear it stirring the
leaves on the trees and along down the driveway-- way off to the stream across
the road where it will be carried to a distant place.
Drumming away on the
skylight overhead, “shelter” becomes a sovereign concept--
A bright glow in a gray
A warm spot in a palette of
Dogs at my feet breathe
deeply in their sleep.
A steady reminder of
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