Write...
write to me
with the spume
and spray of
the rumbling
ocean; write to
me with the
susurrant gold
of barley fields
swaying in the
wind; write to
me with the
soft smudge
of the inky
clouds hovering
over a lonely
porch; write to
me with the
cool breath of a
winter morning
leaning against
bay windows
wanting to
sneak in under
the warmth of
an old quilt
write to me with
twilight silence
clamped over
the silhouette of
the tall sycamore
in your backyard;
write...
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