Peter Callesen
if there is justice in some other world, those like myself, whom nature forces into lives of abstinence, should get the lion’s share of all things,
Ruminations of a Bud, Emerging From a Long Winter
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Juvenilia: Telephone Poles
The cool shade was left way back,
Back down the road.
I left it for
Parching sun
Parched grass
And an undiluted sky.
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