3 birds rise from the valley;their feathers lit golden by the morning sun. A workman impatiently toots the horn of his truck;curtains twitch in the house opposite. Ripened passion fruits hang like stringlights from creeping vines. A grasshopper jumps to the safety of long grass.
3 birds rise from the valley;their feathers lit golden by the morning sun. A workman impatiently toots the horn of his truck;curtains twitch in the house opposite. Ripened passion fruits hang like stringlights from creeping vines. A grasshopper jumps to the safety of long grass.
Last few copies of 'The Footing': our first (and, to date, only) anthology (unlikely to be reprinted)
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Last few copies of 'The Footing': our first (and, to date, only) anthology (unlikely to be reprinted)
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I stop to watch the river’s dull pewter
slow-shimmy the strait, grinding stone,
cutting shingle.
'Ball Street Bridge', Angelina Ayers, in our walking-themed anthology 'The Footing'
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I stop to watch the river’s dull pewter
slow-shimmy the strait, grinding stone,
cutting shingle.
'Ball Street Bridge', Angelina Ayers, in our walking-themed anthology 'The Footing'
thefooting.wordpress.com
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