The Space Between Here and There

by Laura Parker Roerden The reeds are awakening in a dawn of haloed light. Morning has risen and is lined by low tide at the edge of the marsh, where gulls are already signaling I am late; late to the riotous exposure of┬ámussels and clams and polychaete worms; late to the stars that have somehowContinue reading “The Space Between Here and There”

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