Did you breeze through the poems Parker Owens posted earlier this year? Or catch it when I featured Calliope's Carousel on Monday? If not, maybe a glimpse at a snippet from one of his poems will draw you in! Which week did this post in??

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Before them, every barrier is breached

and every bar is swept away

through rising rampions, last year’s littered leaves

and saplings dressed in April grey,

no fallen log, no boulder can withstand

the raucous newborn streams at play.

 

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