Late Sun
Dying wasps
make drunken passes at my hair.
They are drawn to glass,
as air and cannot tell.
Up on the hill,
a garrulous crow
is testing the depth of a valley
in winter.
Jets trail
simple departure
There are giants among us.
Tall shadows flare.
- Lavinia Greenlaw
make drunken passes at my hair.
They are drawn to glass,
as air and cannot tell.
Up on the hill,
a garrulous crow
is testing the depth of a valley
in winter.
Jets trail
simple departure
There are giants among us.
Tall shadows flare.
- Lavinia Greenlaw
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And thank you.