Living Midair poems by Karen June Olson | April 2019 |
It’s Only the Wind Where I ‘ve walked or now ride In the Yucatan, some believe the tree A tree where bats wing their way through leafless Bees and bats can frighten what is eerieāan unlit street, I seek safe crossing, |
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