Miles of train tracks like rusted
zippers— Green darners hovering,
wondering why the stitches won’t close.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Miles of train tracks like rusted
zippers— Green darners hovering,
wondering why the stitches won’t close.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
lovely!