At dawn I heard a baby calf moo,
the birth of vernal stock
and ripe spring tract,
where phorbs are sown for hungry mammals,
where pregnant skyline clouds are merely shepherds to those hoofprints on a landscape,
that patch for future issues
to run free.
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M, to say you're a poetic
M, to say you're a poetic genius is music to my ears. :-)
Regina
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Regina,Every comment of yours
Regina,
Every comment of yours sustains me as my pen is about to run dry.
Once more, congratulations on Pulitzer Style poem and MPOTD.
M
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