ForlornA Poem by Einstein NoodleForlorn No Good Answer She turned towards him long soft Blood Hound ears on his fallen dog face He knew it instantly the animal instinct to run (what are you thinking right now) She said high beam headlights struck his face a hard portrait glow-light eyes amber in green mossy ferns recklessness weightless waving in touch along pink washboard tides rippling furrowed, plowed brows as deep brown forest fragrances go to musk witching hour owl tunes up like Celtic chanting for broken sparrows and he runs. 11/8/2020 E.
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18 Reviews Added on November 17, 2020 Last Updated on November 17, 2020 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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