Pete's original writings from the Heart of the World, plus fly-tying

Monday, April 19

Morning

Arms raised and hair hanging,
Old Elm stops moving
in the early perfect sky

Sun comes like
Precise Squirrel, feather-tailed
in Sprucehouse

Breeze lifts Still-Bird,
        twitches her song
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