Two poems
One point of light
may sculpt a delicate metropolis
on pebble’s edge
Dusk river banks
the mosquito place
I sit
Let them come
Let them pierce
Let them feed
My blood, my self
my offering
dispersed
Buzzing now everywhere
-tim
posted by denise @ 2:43 PM
1 Comments:
i am glad to read you have reconciled a long summer's antagonism with mosquitos.
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