Coronavirus 2020The neighbors are sheltered in place.My husband would like his own space.I'm sick of the PCwent out to buy TPwith a colorful mask on my face. --A. W. Borger
Category: Poetry
Foot Prints
Lady slipper on a sandy hill halfway down stairs to the beach. Delicate wild flower appears unbidden, resists transplanting, hides under brambles. A ballerina in the shade-- yellow toe extended on a a green leg-- is easily missed. --from Sailing into Sunset by Ann W. Borger, copyright 2007
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