May 2018
Sun-wine on a fair Venetian morn,
where pleasant friends arrive
like fluffy clouds, the sky to adorn.
I tip the bare bronze cup of constancy—
in mirrored movements alive—
and I render new health to the company.
where pleasant friends arrive
like fluffy clouds, the sky to adorn.
I tip the bare bronze cup of constancy—
in mirrored movements alive—
and I render new health to the company.
I obsessively changed this one a few times. *shrug* Editing is a process.
