Poetic interlude: “What the Eye Sees”
Explosions of light Parabolas arcing from water . Great still bodies Serve as mirrors To clone a placid sky . A tornado rising Of wing feathers . Great choking masses In Tumultous Gossiping… Read More
Explosions of light Parabolas arcing from water . Great still bodies Serve as mirrors To clone a placid sky . A tornado rising Of wing feathers . Great choking masses In Tumultous Gossiping… Read More