There Is No Earth 2.0
Wednesday Prose Poem: solstice observations
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2 min readJun 25, 2021
Spring may have gone out like the lamb. But Summer came in like the breath of a fire breathing dragon. Humidity’s as high as a steam room, thick as pea soup. Sun and vapor beat down all life.
The birdbath is communal drinking ground. Feral cats, raccoons, squirrels, deer, honey bees, along with the birds drink here. They all…
