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Pond Song

Pond Song A necklace of evening smoke plys its trade on her collarbones, mudhens swirl in the ebb jaws of pond water. “i thought they were coots,” she says, lolling her hair and a coyote brushes its thicket. Cattails nod … Continue reading

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