Sunday, June 28, 2020

The trees are beginning to look like sails

in the company
of fish scales.
Still,
there is an eye
to all of this.
And something/
someone
made the swirling
happen.  No doubt,
breath
of some
sort.

1 comment:

  1. hearing my nephew read

    lavender lilies
    victorian legacy
    saucy little snapdragons
    but
    why did he take the train
    to Syracuse?

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