
In my town every year for Wassail Weekend, we line our town's green with luminaries and I took a lot of pictures of the light and dark contrast.
In my town every year for Wassail Weekend, we line our town's green with luminaries and I took a lot of pictures of the light and dark contrast.
Why can the wind
Be blowing
That piece of grass down
One moment
And not the next?
There’s a scientific answer
I bet
And usually that’s what I’m looking for.
But it felt poetic that way,
Remember the girl?
She’s in second grade,
Maybe
Blond brown curls
Blue green eyes.
She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence
Chipped green paint
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