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| Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" ![]() Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "Willowsong" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Wheat penny" "Clematis on the flagpole" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Masá'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES ![]() PLACES Updated at the request of Thomas Number of packets of poems offered: [3] 8 Number of poems offered: [10] 28 (unique = 28) Number rejected: [10] 27 (unique = 27) Number accepted: 1 (unique = 1) Kåre ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| 1. Time for bed. | ID #746163 |
| Posted: 2-1-2012 @ 11:27 pm EST | |
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