Spotlight on New Books: Late Fall Bucolics by Anne Coray
First Infraction Saturated air, the pass immersed In fog. We still can’t fly, although the rain This day has ceased its drumming. A burst Of sun emblazons one wing of our plane That sits on rocky beach, tied down, fueled Up. What a lovely color: its body a warm And deep maroon, with accents black. […]
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