Life With Horace

poetry & essays


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Absent the fury of those blue eyes
no afghan hills here no war only mourning doves call

I will claim peace never having fought
and watch round leaf cuttings reach for quiet morning light

Here the snow tunnels of red squirrels
many possible escapes but are there none for you

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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