Cardinal and Butterfly
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Fresh snow on the rail— a red bird waits while one wing rests under the eave.
The whistle sends us climbing from blue water into evening. Wet feet slap concrete.
August is a thief who comes dressed as a gift: the peach at its most golden
June gives us the longest day and we still waste most of it talking about the weather.
Summer is the season that forgets to end on time—it lingers at the shore like a guest who loves your house more than you do.
The window fan pulls evening through a screen warm with dust. Outside, sprinklers begin
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