Photo Challenge & Poem: Place in the World
Passing Through
Passing Through
A hand flattened to shade my brow, questioning the late-afternoon glare diced with shadow, not certain I should trust my wind-burnt eyes. How to make sense of a tropical memory skimming across this land-locked farm, are those pelicans on my prairie pond? They’re rare visitors floating with mallards and mergansers and Canada geese. The herons … Read more