1. "the labyrinth within me
is a bomb"
how can it be
that this morning,
the crepe myrtle
is bursting with
pink froth
In response to Via Negativa: Microcosm.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
1. "the labyrinth within me
is a bomb"
how can it be
that this morning,
the crepe myrtle
is bursting with
pink froth
In response to Via Negativa: Microcosm.