December 6, 2022
The mystery of who was making big-animal sounds on the roof (I feared for I while UNDER the roof) was solved when I went out to see a turkey rampant on the porch roof. His neck was stretched toward the horizon, as though he were using that high point to plot a route. How a turkey on the roof manages to sound like an intruder stomping up the stairs is not yet known.
The editor of APR saw my Fairy Tale poem on Facebook and asked to have it for the next edition. That is a record: sketch to publication in one day.
Walked along the river in light rain.
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