small poems & small plates
a glint of rain on the blackening beachand they go another waysome birds sing to snakesbefore night burns their feathersshe remembers wind and gesturestastes the hay and no one else
a glint of rain on the blackening beach
ReplyDeleteand they go another way
some birds sing to snakes
before night burns their feathers
she remembers wind and gestures
tastes the hay and no one else