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Midnight Finds Me Digging (a country tanka noir for Michael Leon)

Midnight Finds Me Digging (a country tanka noir for Michael Leon) What I plant tonight blossomed in red sprays today, the scent thin and sharp— waves of it in my nostrils, salt and copper as the sea We left the … Continue reading

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