On First Reading the Geologist’s Report On the Condition of the Bluff

The ice age made this. Though something was here before.

Change of pace: a poem

Here’s a poem I wrote this week in response to prompt: consider a flower. Fathom it deeply. Write a poem about becoming congruent.

The Crocus

The flower doesn’t know
that I don’t know anything
about the flower.
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