
Estuary at Day's End, by Simon de Vlieger
December 6, 2025
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My dear trees, I no longer recognize you // The storm puts its mouth to the house

Look upon the simple life tinged by shades of emotions, all // of it a facade to entertain one’s own delusions.

By Ace Boggess
I’ve never walked in driving rain // as she does now, the noise so sudden & // vast as to become its own silence.