My Poetry and Prose Blogology

My Old Eyes
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

My Old Eyes

“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”

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My Water Cycle
Poetry Doug W. Evans Poetry Doug W. Evans

My Water Cycle

“I love to watch the leaves change
then tumble into grass-wrapped fingers
of vibrant but obscure autumn streams…”

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