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Read Poetry: Scaling, by Joan Livingston

Hopefully, you are spiders,¬† scaling streams of silk along the beams of this poem. If this were the airiest house, a poem without borders, a building without roof but with a wall high like teak trees¬†hard and tall in East … Continue reading

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