Hoverflies hum a monotone refrainin the aspen grove that hisses in the wind.Buzzards tumble, roll and spin again,their whirring wing beats chagrined.The tap-tap-tap of tree creepersand ticks in the tree trunks’ gnarlybark give a dumped lover the jitters,as goodbye hiccups and rolls into infinitylike a plaintive summons from divinity. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2024 […]
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