small poems & small plates
MT's page 20Distill forgotten clues and tribes,make mention of the snow.Directionless they stroll the embarcadero, in searchof pears and pistachios.he did not turn his head awayAre all the golden masquerades a prelude?the horse draws on the cartfresh from the farm again
MT's page 20
ReplyDeleteDistill forgotten clues and tribes,
make mention of the snow.
Directionless they stroll
the embarcadero, in search
of pears and pistachios.
he did not turn his head away
Are all the golden masquerades a prelude?
the horse draws on the cart
fresh from the farm again