In honor of the pollen that has mysteriously appeared on my car this morning, here are some poems related to spring, the ...

It is twilight, in the sense  that there is no Day or Night; only the fluttering of wings. Being kissed awake is tender as birth is confusing. There is no separation; only                 the ...

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