26 June 2025 (mackerel skies)
Kristen Lindquist
mackerel skies
the bleached rib bones
of the last whale
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Filtering by Tag: clouds
mackerel skies
the bleached rib bones
of the last whale
cirrus clouds . . .
the lawn mower scares up
a white plume moth
pink strata
of sunset clouds
astronauts return to earth
November rain
the passing clouds
of our laughter
the widow says
August is a hard month
stacked clouds
rib bones of clouds . . .
the blur of a chipmunk
amid fallen leaves
election signs
clutter the median . . .
shape-shifting clouds
massing
beyond the border
autumn rainclouds
pregnant clouds . . .
I allow myself one more
piece of chocolate
between swells
the flickering of storm-petrels
offshore rain
rain clouds . . .
a flowering magnolia
holds its own