Morning Coffee # 13

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Kai Carlson-Wee Thresher There has to be a tree. There has to be a sky. There has to be a chicken-hawk skating the dust rising out of a thresher. A ploughboy walking with a turtle in the head-high corn. There has to be a pool with a swirly slide entering the …

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