Low tide on the Passy.
I mistake wind-blown leaves
for lingering shorebirds.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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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.
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