Jun 10
The wind blows
and a rainbow bridge
comes down
through the trees
in the impassable semicircle
at the end of which
a stream of water ripples
and in the middle of it
you sit and look at me.
and a rainbow bridge
comes down
through the trees
in the impassable semicircle
at the end of which
a stream of water ripples
and in the middle of it
you sit and look at me.
(61/M/NJ)
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