to that edge, that border in the night


where one thing becomes another and even —Marsha De La O
where one thing becomes another and even
—Marsha De La O

One response to “to that edge, that border in the night”

  1. We heard coyotes out in the range this evening. I tried recording them by shooting video, but all I got was wind noise. Yesterday’s poem seemed to apply even more tonight, so I continued it where I left off.

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