what comes
Drifts of snowdrops, moist gray of approaching rainstorm, dust blowing across the highway, the shy bridge flashing its green strands of light … I need the company of a poet in the office. And...
Drifts of snowdrops, moist gray of approaching rainstorm, dust blowing across the highway, the shy bridge flashing its green strands of light … I need the company of a poet in the office. And...