Old blog revisited

rather be here talking to myself than on social media as the insanity of the dying earth and killing fields are allowed to grow.
D'Etre Raisins

No sour grapes these,

rather the withered sweetness
of seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.

Monday, June 23, 2025

Fallen among

Unposted words

farm fence wired

tangles of sedge 

decades abandoned.

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