spine poem #8
“Spring shade, spring essence.”
Song of the departed stranger.
Music, imitations, illuminations.
To be the poet even in quiet
places: Turtle Island, Flower
Wreath Hill, backroads
to far towns…
spine poem #8
“Spring shade, spring essence.”
Song of the departed stranger.
Music, imitations, illuminations.
To be the poet even in quiet
places: Turtle Island, Flower
Wreath Hill, backroads
to far towns…