NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 4

It’s late.

Whistle to keep steady.IMG_1982

You know how it is

on Patch Road.

Black limbs rollick

high in the cottonwood

and the wind clamors

through Mrs. MacGruder’s chimes.

It’s the place

to bring your date

to listen for

something

making its way among

wrist-thin birches

whispering of wild rose.

 

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