deep-end reveries
floating in a swimming pool
on a bed of leaves
the seasons’ martens
nearer two a house o’clock
starlings fly away
knot a recent feud
there are squirrels on the trail
but no oaken blue
Poetry
deep-end reveries
floating in a swimming pool
on a bed of leaves
the seasons’ martens
nearer two a house o’clock
starlings fly away
knot a recent feud
there are squirrels on the trail
but no oaken blue
loved the ‘oaken blue.’>KB
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If I could tell you how happy that made me…
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