poems from the farm

8/1
thanks to my mama
for teachin' me how to skip stones
i'm havin' fun
on this beach all alone

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"nightwalkers"
otherworldly and aglow
not moonbeams nor meteorites
gently grazing the mossy forest floor

stalking satellites and stars
through a maze of spruce
weaving in and out of the folds
of my mind

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8/15
MANY BERRIES
TREMBLE IN MY WAKE
THEY CANNOT HIDE
FROM THE MIGHTY RAKE