Howe Lane

Mystic Oak Poem

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Mystic Oak Howe Lane, Poringland, Norfolk, Uk She emerges through my breath that hangs like mist in the November air with cushions and a doobie. We climb the oak lay on the ledge inhale and embrace to watch the sun slump into dubiety. © David Street 2020 This about a cold November afternoon when I [….]