This year, such burdens as we haven’t
seen before; such rain that fell to saturate
the earth— but underground, the sound
of currents clamoring to rise, be heard.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
This year, such burdens as we haven’t
seen before; such rain that fell to saturate
the earth— but underground, the sound
of currents clamoring to rise, be heard.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.