Sometimes
it's a struggle
to think and write
on a warm Nevada afternoon.
When clouds
cover the sky,
birds huddle in their nests,
and the wind blows through palm trees
the poet contemplates the dim sunlight and writes.
it's a struggle
to think and write
on a warm Nevada afternoon.
When clouds
cover the sky,
birds huddle in their nests,
and the wind blows through palm trees
the poet contemplates the dim sunlight and writes.
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