4 thoughts on “in a time of no rain

  1. as so often happens, this just whooshed my breath away. wendell berry + that crevice etched image…thirsty, thirsty, we are all so very parched…..

    • Poetry tells another truth indeed. Where is the quiet stream? –A metaphorical question so resonant, I should embroider it. Always good to hear from you, Bob!

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