In January (Ted Kooser Poem)
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone ...
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