Open Windows

Living with open windows,
we are holding hands with our yard.
Bird songs ride in on
clean wind.
I feel connected to the earth.
They say it is
sailing through space,
but grass, trees, bushes and me
feel secure
on soil
that sits
on solid rock.

~ Dan Klinefelter
(my uncle)

About ak

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