Hedge Lesson



Yesterday's morning: the hedgerow grasses rubbed like dry lips.
Clouds wrung out drops.
In the afternoon, wet-dabbed flora shivered.
A choppy sun was there, sudden and warm.
All day the wind howls. A half load of washing takes every peg.


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  1. We had this strange, unexpected wind blow in. The kind that, in the desert, brings visibility to next to nothing with what feels like all the dust in the world.

    I love your last line. I can feel and understand that.

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  2. Loving the thought of desert winds: even though the dust wouldn't be pleasant, it's something I would like to experience.

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  3. It was a wild night last night ...

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