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By Iris Llewellyn Angle » Photo by John Patota

I wrap sunshine around my shoulders,

not to keep warm but to remember.


Sky so blue, I cannot describe.

Maybe the blue John Glenn saw when he

looked back at Earth on his space-ride.


I hear a giant pine tree groan,

then a stick sprouts wings and flies,

grasshopper foreign in February.


Pinecones float on a sea of non-ocean sand,

sandhills sand spiked with pin...