Sep 2018
red-breasted swallows chase
love on our
grave. She piles the earth, spoonful
by spoonful—
I see a torrent of brown
in her hair,
I see her dancing in the early
morning light.
love on our
grave. She piles the earth, spoonful
by spoonful—
I see a torrent of brown
in her hair,
I see her dancing in the early
morning light.
i found something when we were apart.
