Jul 2013
We sip sap as
wood pecker
would dream
of the rhythm of the
beak in bark.
Hey, eucalypt eyes.
Hello, belly birch.
Oh my moss.
By Rose Linke
wood pecker
would dream
of the rhythm of the
beak in bark.
Hey, eucalypt eyes.
Hello, belly birch.
Oh my moss.
By Rose Linke
This poem is written by Rose Linke
