please advise stop [the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father’s arm stop] by Rusty Morrison

the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father’s arm stop and no father walking toward me stop on the branch only oak leaves reddening as wind ripens their talent for exodus stop on the lawn a scatter of wrens head-down but tail-erect stop no bringing back the other world though every… Continue reading please advise stop [the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father’s arm stop] by Rusty Morrison