Author Archives: Flying Turtle
pre-morning
Young and old they race for the top of the hill in silence save for boots through the grass, glancing and smiling they cling to each other half sleeping, holding bed’s warmth in against the cold of night. Laughing and … Continue reading
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situation of the green door
The situation of the green door Beneath the yellow lintel Between yellow jambs Next to the window that looks out on the red tree Under the roof It stood during the rain and the snow Behind a mat that said: … Continue reading
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a woman under a tree (part 2, draft 1)
Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3 The rain turns to a fine mist. The mist lasts till twilight. Then a wind comes with the cycle and takes the clouds away. The last daylight of the firmament passes over and the … Continue reading
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a woman under a tree (part 1, draft 1)
Next: Part 2 The rain is soft. A green tree sits on a hillside. Covered with dew, the branches grow heavy. She is sitting under the tree, sheltering near its bulk. There is a bird in the branch above her. … Continue reading