Oh, Alisaka,
That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes.
mountain mists
fledglings at their mother’s side
for so many years
this relic of college days
still hanging
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #78: Rise (pubtended by Merril Smith)
#NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 22/30
WD April PAD 2019 22/30
Frank J. Tassone 
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