..
This poem got dropped
on
its
head
on the way over here,
and there is perhaps
nothing left but dust.
But it’s periwinkle
magic, so you’ll trust
me when I say
that you should
read it,
anyway.
..
In November, we poem.
..
This poem got dropped
on
its
head
on the way over here,
and there is perhaps
nothing left but dust.
But it’s periwinkle
magic, so you’ll trust
me when I say
that you should
read it,
anyway.
..
In November, we poem.