"We are here"
he shouted from crisp lips
A deep articulated freshness
climbed the glossy sky
future timed
night broken
A friendly brawl with
the valley whore woke the
man's white throat
"You have brought me the world"
Beyond the leaves and trees
the air appeared to understand
A mocking bird from nearby spoke
and the foxgloves echoed in silent
laughter.
1 comment:
the bells sound like angels singing in the desert spring
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