I walk in the wilderness of a morning undone,
As whispering wind through wheat;
The cawing of seagulls over gently cresting waves are
Coming to rest against fields of rye.
Zach Fechter lives and writes in Wilton, Connecticut. He has been published in Poetry Quarterly Magazine and Kind of a Hurrican Press. He is a graduate of Roanoke College in Salem, Virginia.
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