Whatever else, turned
upside down, the sun
this way— you realize—
forestalls its setting.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Whatever else, turned
upside down, the sun
this way— you realize—
forestalls its setting.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.