I will yet sit on mac in spatter here
with a coffee and rain-patterned paper.
Yes, the grey, the wet;
yes, the tatty and scratty and thinning and dull!
Warm enough for little flies,
here and there braving rainspit.
Still as never-all-summer.
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
