...and wet fields like a green check shirt
are washed of dirt;
and desert dust is vacuumed up
into Europe;
and the sun's yellow gloves,
through clouds of suds, reach;
and a deep pot of sea
the Ring of Fire heats...
- Author: Kieron ( Offline)
- Published: March 29th, 2024 06:35
- Category: Unclassified
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