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Desert days

Even now the crows have chased away the lemon yellow butterflies Even now glasses have been scattered down the desert Even now a road trip on a small island is not as Fiona-free as before anymore The radio goes on Volcanic black rests at her feet Trash gets carried away The rabbit hunters shall arrive this Sunday This is the wind that makes her think straight This is the day to choose your roads carefully Her father warned her to always be on time speed up, my little mate and so the girl glides from the dunes' hollows

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Date: 12/9/2020 8:34:00 PM
Really like this. Glad it was included in the Anthology. It really stood out for me.
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Date: 11/15/2020 5:33:00 AM
Kate, wonderful poem and welcome to Poetry Soup _Constance
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Date: 11/10/2020 12:49:00 PM
Great first post Kate...Welcome to poetry soup
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Date: 11/10/2020 5:58:00 AM
“The wind that makes her think straight” - wonderful line in a fine poem.
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Kate Copeland
Date: 11/10/2020 6:58:00 AM
Thanxx so much, Caren!