Aug 2023
mere
words uttered
in subtlest of melodies
harmless dove's cooing harmony
with morning in the old orchard,
olives from a hundred years ago
in an imagined descripted re vision,
grown wild into a forest with hallways,
listen.
words uttered
in subtlest of melodies
harmless dove's cooing harmony
with morning in the old orchard,
olives from a hundred years ago
in an imagined descripted re vision,
grown wild into a forest with hallways,
listen.
First stanza of a Sunday in my environs on the face of this Earth.
