The sky is the color of the snow on the roof next door,
so that it looks like all sky, no house.
Trees frame the lack of house,
branches arched in a question
as to its whereabouts.
Either the trees don't know
or they're playing along, part of the ruse,
or it is just their nature
to wonder.
*photo from Purdue University, ash tree.
Twofer: The Other Mothers and Drive-by Goodbye
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I've been thinking a lot, lately, about tribes.
Well, I've been thinking a lot about a lot of things lately. I am, we are,
moving at the end of the mo...
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