Chris Rubeo
Ships of Sticks and Twine
Kara, child bright as the lights that stained the glass who could there forget who there was given? Corn and cider warm till the long light lingers last and know I'd be there yet wearing woven mittens. Thaw wakes the world and all voice for song and bark for sap and winter knows the world all a rest and reflect. Chase and call running through the tall bur grass ships of sticks and twine fasten leaves for a mast. Some clouds are ships carrying on the westward path but some are anchored fast.
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