by Emily Polson
We hiked to the Crow’s Nest
where my father told stories
of his unfinished art degree,
while my mother and I created
a Goldsworthy circle for the sparrows
made of twigs, rocks, and bark
We hiked to the Crow’s Nest
where my father told stories
of his unfinished art degree,
while my mother and I created
a Goldsworthy circle for the sparrows
made of twigs, rocks, and bark
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