small poems & small plates
You take a piece of wooda bit of bark from the damped up dirtechoes of last night's dream about your brotherand a walk on the coursegreen as heaven, dripping wet--That's a day sort of likewhen the lemon tree gives up its fruitfrom Something In Which Nothing Can Be Found
You take a piece of wood
ReplyDeletea bit of bark from the damped up dirt
echoes of last night's dream about your brother
and a walk on the course
green as heaven, dripping wet--
That's a day sort of like
when the lemon tree gives up its fruit
from Something In Which Nothing Can Be Found