lost voices (Remove filter)
Pick One
reason vaporizes
like a spring frost,
and we must find accounts
within,
but if we do a deliberate search
for the dense Forget-me-not,
its purple presence
shows us
see ten-thousand suns staring up
from verdant grass-
hazard a gatherer's angry buzz,
--pick one
its scent powders your nose
with stardust
sharp as a lion's tooth
the bouquet of our beginnings
cracks us up wit...
Tuesday 13th April 2021 6:46 am
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