Saturday, April 25, 2020

16 toward the Omer

gevurah shebtiferet

napping on the sunporch next to my seedlings in their egg cartons in the cookie trays—

That could be my poem! I say to her. It could be your poem, she replies.

It’s actually one of mine, God says. They’re all in public domain, but attribution is polite.

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