
Blackened elder dip their branches into the rivers sweep
flood water has adorned their tips with shredded waste
brought from towns upriver to ocean seas and desecrate
life with thoughts, out of sight out of mind, thrown away.

Blackened elder dip their branches into the rivers sweep
flood water has adorned their tips with shredded waste
brought from towns upriver to ocean seas and desecrate
life with thoughts, out of sight out of mind, thrown away.
Yesterday writing a bio in 100 words for a poetry magazine! Is that really me?
aesthetic, showing the words for anaesthetic, little creatures placed to sleep a while. on waking find that spelling is not so awkward now. checked without books. cover the title w…
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