2770 Hand-painted donkey On a wood block: a red knob Turns its puzzle piece Advertisements Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2730 A stark white cloud fills One-third of the horizon, Turning thunderhead Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2698 Under-road roots shake My bike—I turn: five thin deer Make eye contact, still Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2658 So thick they’ve cleaved from The telephone pole, posters Turn to pulp face-down Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2622 Letter opener Catches on a glued seam—slick Slice turns to tearing Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2609 A patch of clover Surprises me as I turn To lock the front door Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2581 House plant on our porch: Dead tendrils turned black, shiny Blue pot between them Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
