Fields
of my
ancestors
-stalks of
cane sugar-
surrounding
It yields
yearlong:
for the sun
-garish- in
its wake
leaves thirst
quick
to slake
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Fields
of my
ancestors
-stalks of
cane sugar-
surrounding
It yields
yearlong:
for the sun
-garish- in
its wake
leaves thirst
quick
to slake
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