When the trumpet
Johnclarestokes
Lately we’ve been spending
our time with our ears tuned
toward the eastern skies
while below seems one great gulf of
separation from the song
we can faintly discern
even in the hummingbird wing
It frustrates me to no end to post a photo that is used to illustrate the words. The photo is not my emphasis. But it mostly is the viewer who doesn’t read. They comment on the hummingbirds or whatever they have. I could care less. This has been a long, ongoing frustration. It will never change. I have to learn the person is more important to them their own words,etc.
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