Walking alone at dusk.
All but the island's shore
enveloped in fog.
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- June 30: Catbird
- June 29: After the rain
- June 28: Island
- June 27: Mercy
- June 26: Mount Equinox
- June 25: Iris
- June 24: Rugosa
- June 23: Roman a clef
- June 22: Tableau
- June 21: Shortest night
- June 20: Solstice
- June 19: Detritus
- June 18: Dawnsong
- June 17: Dislocation
- June 16: Books
- June 15: Morning drive to Bangor
- June 14: After work
- June 13: Loss
- June 12: Thinking about Orlando
- June 11: Missed fox
- June 10: Bridal Veil
- June 9: Front
- June 8: Walking down
- June 7: Grey area
- June 6: Equilibrium
- June 5: Rhododendrons
- June 4: Bliss
- June 3: Acadia Birding Festival
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
Thanks, I needed a poetic break from all the senseless violence in the news.
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