Dec 2012
The white mist is miserable,
low hung, slumped in the fields.
Dark arrives
like a tide from the forest.
The sound of the whole
world dripping--
It's incredible.
low hung, slumped in the fields.
Dark arrives
like a tide from the forest.
The sound of the whole
world dripping--
It's incredible.
(Asheville, NC)
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