Robin, Shamrock, Fresh Warm Bread

Robin, Shamrock, Fresh, Warm, Bread …
Surely a poem can be found
between and around those words,
in the morning, in the spring time,
if I look long, listen, and smell softly.

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L1002053-EditLeica M, 350 mm Telyt-R

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