11
Let me have a room
with a view of something growing;
a woven blanket smelling faintly
of tobacco leaves baked in the sun.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
11
Let me have a room
with a view of something growing;
a woven blanket smelling faintly
of tobacco leaves baked in the sun.