1696
5.264
21.ix.24
vegemite in America
writing in the dark
creature bloodthump
hide under
plumed helmet
ascending in a cardboard box
not every door
but certainly some
now sinking into self
dream a sun up
and that’s how we’re here
crumbs of the trail
my own fallen stars
it was the harvest moon
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.