you have not swung so far yet under
the heavy sky: even the trees float,
viridian, speckled; seemingly un-
anchored, in my field of vision.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
you have not swung so far yet under
the heavy sky: even the trees float,
viridian, speckled; seemingly un-
anchored, in my field of vision.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.