Monday, January 20, 2020

12,486. OUT BY FALCHER'S HAVEN

OUT BY FALCHER'S HAVEN
Almost macabre but not quite:
where corn grows high and time
is nigh; where the lazy river
shambes itself overboard. All
without a word. And, oh my 
lord, the richest geld of common
stones rest fossil-heavy on the 
loam. Out by Falcher's Haven,
almost home.

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