May 16, 2025
More in Beside the Point his song for a summer day
a purple martin wings along the summer day until it believes it is almost autumn enough. the lady pretends she is a martin too
the wind picks up and the memory of purple hangs around an creaking birch on the edge of a glade the bird is gone. the lady pretends she is gone too
while she sits under the tree waiting for a purple martin or that man or maybe just herself.
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