Ella Anna Pankatz Biography

I bemoan that I am no longer green
My lush turf is now invaded by crabgrass
Like a silent charge of crustaceans
On my beach, swept in from the ocean
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My paddle plies through northern lake
A loon emerges and instantly disappears beneath
Sailing in the breeze is a tiny feather
White, black, and luminous
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Autumn walk through a hickory stand
A dome of airy yellows
Trees release their nuts with a thud
A smell of Gorgonzola
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