Give me a word,
any word other than
repetition— I ache
so much when old griefs
come back, blowtorch of wind
through spring’s first open window.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Give me a word,
any word other than
repetition— I ache
so much when old griefs
come back, blowtorch of wind
through spring’s first open window.