Some springs, apples bloom too soon. The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs, pink petals turn black. Those summers, the…Continue
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Wake up, even Monday the cup's still full, lettuce rosette-ing up between sandstone scraps by back steps where ladybugs swarm in to die or lay eggs, some say, death-march or birth-march looking about…Continue
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On the outside I'm a tree,Standing proud and strong,My roots dug firmly into the ground,But on the inside I'm like a leaf,small and fragile.Just floating on the wind not knowing where to go.Finally…Continue
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Rachel Lynn Wurtz has not received any gifts yet
I'm engulfed in you.
No one can see me.
I run and run
in plain sight. Yet no one
finds me even in the
Sunlight. I laugh and I
play all around you.
Nothing can break you.…
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