Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Twenty-seven.

27

Making our way north 
just ahead of the snow/ to 
sneak in under the weather 
and close up the house//
Chances are 
we will hike to/  tilting 
rock/  with Lem//
He’s a good egg/ when 
it comes to riding/ shotguns 
may be awaiting us as 
we cross/  the borders/  but we’re
making our/  anyways 
I’ll be away 
and so will miss you all today//

Markle~
27October2020
 
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