Restoring Wetlands
A Great Egret,
regal in its plumage,
pokes through mud
the way I restore
the wetlands of my soul,
levee by levee.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
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The soap opera journal of a poet who has set up household on the edge of Leona Canyon in Oakland, California where she creates meaning for herself from the vortex.
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