Thursday, November 1, 2012

Learning





One hand span above the hickory on the ridge, behind the fog façade of predawn dark, November’s waning moon is a soft chalk smudge on the washed blackboard sky, and I, on the rain wet road, watch and learn; teacher’s pet.


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