#norma dunning

On blazing summer days, the iPhone8 won't put food Onto a plate or whisper to the stars a wish There's no app for that, there's no app for clouds or wind

In this life, you will not know what the moon speaks Telling us of rain or snow and when to fish You are blind to the curled leaf, don't know what it seeks

While the rest of the world puts into practice the hideous and insidious ways of colonialism, the greens grow greener. Buds burst out onto the branches as her spirit wanders the course