Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Ripe
I feel the skull behind my ear
photo of you in Hawaii
photo of you in a purple cap
in a lawn chair at the lake
Can a woman go skiing
alone in Tehran?
Debbie Calverley
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