The things you loved
and love
cactus in bloom and
any type of careless face
the bask, the flash, and flask
America’s books, her birds –
not songs, but views
vistas of the universe
go on –
Showing posts with label poem 42. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 42. Show all posts
Friday, March 12, 2010
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