Aeolian - Poem by Scott Minar
Someone put an accordion in the crook
of a tree where it plays itself
on windy days—where I miraculously walk through impassable
thorny hedges listening to Lady of Spain,
and a few other choice ditties.
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye