did-you-kno:

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…if we only take the time to look.

An Ominous Cloud

STUART DYBEK

Scythe

In the barn demoted to garage,

The ax in a cherry stump can’t be budged.

Daylight perforates siding despite

the battered armor of license plates —

corroded colors, same state: decay,

their dates the only history

of whoever tilled the soil

and left, as a welcome, the skull

of a possum nailed to the door, and the trail

of lime to the torn sack

in a corner where cobwebs festoon a scythe.

Rusted sharp, it sings

when he grips its splintery handle, swings,

and crowns topple from Queen Anne’s lace.

The Beginning of a Respectful Conversation

Setting the Record Straight

63° and fair skies. Finally a Spring morning. Summer should wait it’s turn (Taken with instagram)

Breakthrough…