Found
By Stacks Poets
by Jo Langdon
Wander absently
through this
place, where air retains
a calling:
toothless whispers;
gravel pockets,
white lines in the tall grass
outside
a tinge of sound;
all the empty resonance
of sleep.
by Jo Langdon
Wander absently
through this
place, where air retains
a calling:
toothless whispers;
gravel pockets,
white lines in the tall grass
outside
a tinge of sound;
all the empty resonance
of sleep.