"Love Calls Us to the Things of This World" RIP Richard Wilbur. I'm glad the world got you for 96 years. I'm glad you wrote a poem about laundry.
Fall purples
Look at the colors on all these funky looking pumpkins! 🍁🎃🍁
Double rainbow this morning! 🌈🌈
This year's Halloween costume. Know who I am? Hint: 📺
My house is haunted. 👻
Butterfly wing detail. 🦋
My city looks pretty tonight.
I found a new coffee shop.
Look where we are for the not so scary Halloween party! 🎃👻🎃
I love when my brother has to come to Florida for his work.
Halloween decorations coming together. Yes, I know it's early, but this is my favorite holiday and I'm just getting started. 🎃👻🎃
I found a big fancy chicken so my day is made. 🐓
I may be a little prematurely enthusiastic for it to be Halloween already. 🍁🎃
The shore after the hurricane is a mosaic of storm-tossed tesserae with so many treasures to uncover.
Can't keep me away from the beach. Still a little rough though. 🌀💙🌊
This morning the sun came back out and I heard someone calling me in Spanish. I was a little confused. There is another family from Venezuela staying here at my friend's guest house and they finally came out this morning and started making homemade arepas on the gas stove. I felt so happy and full.
"Squirrels" by Nate Klug - Something blurred, warmed in the eye’s corner, like woodsmoke becoming tears; but when you turned to look the stoop was still, the pumpkin and tacky mum pot wouldn’t talk — just a rattle at the gutter and a sense of curtains, somewhere, pulled. Five of them later, scarfing the oak’s black bole, laying a dream of snakes. Needy and reticent at once, these squirrels in charred November recall, in Virgil, what it is to feel: moods, half-moods, swarming, then darting loose; obscure hunches that refuse to speak, but still expect in some flash of luck to be revealed. The less you try to notice them, the more they will know of  you.

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