#647 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday April 29)
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Good morning, POETRY Sometimes one reads a poem and it somehow strikes a chord. Here is a poem, published recently in The New Yorker: I STARE AT A CORMORANT By Tiana Clark with its waterlogged wings spread open, drying off on a rock in the middle of a man-made lake after diving for food
#647 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday April 29)
#647 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday…
#647 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday April 29)
Good morning, POETRY Sometimes one reads a poem and it somehow strikes a chord. Here is a poem, published recently in The New Yorker: I STARE AT A CORMORANT By Tiana Clark with its waterlogged wings spread open, drying off on a rock in the middle of a man-made lake after diving for food