Fall Blue
Christopher Raley

Confession: I had to look up a word. Guess which one? (Hint: see my first word.) Lovely to read your further proof that acrostic poetry can be sublime.

This poem looks like a sturdy candidate for a golden shovel, don’t you think, Andy Meyer?

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