This evening’s fresh clouds burst, Scattering across the asphalt a handful of rain’s unseasonable black confetti.
A jug of wine,
No loaf.
No thou.
I feed among the lilies of this resplendent sky.
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
This evening’s fresh clouds burst, Scattering across the asphalt a handful of rain’s unseasonable black confetti.
A jug of wine,
No loaf.
No thou.
I feed among the lilies of this resplendent sky.