Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Short Piece
The
Daisy Quinn
Her namesake,
Prairie born
And living ever
Within sound of windswept shortgrass,
Only saw the ocean
In a photograph,
But knew the terror
Of encircling horizons
Blank and distant.
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