The Hollow (6)
they must love the milk that makes them so bad-tasting
milkweed bugs
memorial bench
all the young trees it shelters now
the fog still lingers in a funnel spider’s web
deertongue grass
the “creep” in “creeper”
battened to a locust trunk by a thousand tentacles
Dave Bonta
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