the morning's stories
the grass is growing
in neat lines on the farm field
crow pecks a corn husk
other things said
a miserable wind is never unjust
gravity in particulars safety in particulars well...
crow wonders where the feast has gone as grass is retaking tractor ridge palaces
he sits unconcealed on a bench in the park while an hour round wintertime corn field i arc as he waits for his dealer to arrive at his work - and show up he did i hope it was worth it
sincerely
a pity the one thing they truly do need a chat bot to generate cannot succeed - to shut up! shut up, in word and in deed!