sometimes you have to get the flotsam and jetsom out
OK Now I'm getting obnoxious reading all your stuff and loving this, loving your words and images and rumbling for fall. WAT? Come on. It's barely spring. But ya, ohh, fall. Ok Enough of this. I'll come back and read more another time. Gonna go and watch my husband kick the ball around with our kids and all the neighbourhood kids, too.
Beautiful. I enjoy the crispness and the subtle energy in your poems. I look forward to reading more.
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