Praise Be for Wet Socks: A Prose Poem by Stephen D’Evelyn

/ Tom D'Evelyn

That big south west exposure. Here bright air gives things weight. Below blue sky, heavy trellises seem suspended in time. I step out into late summer honeysuckle dusk. A whir of wings. The sing-sang-song three notes of the bleached wooden wind chime.

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