gull wings at dawn. slow milk rings
in the sky. for many hours their cries
drew out my listening. now
a silent inhalation till dawn again.
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gull wings at dawn. slow milk rings
in the sky. for many hours their cries
drew out my listening. now
a silent inhalation till dawn again.
wordswerepoemsfirst.com 
In a way, this makes a summary of the last thirty days. Watching, listening, and that long inhale when we finish. It’s been good to breathe in your words again, Neil. Thanks for being a part of this current adventure. Can only hope to see you again soon.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/30/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-memory/
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one more to go Elizabeth! got some lines scratched, yet as ever, what’s to come? but I feel optimistic. back before the witching hour…
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