by Joseph Murphy
The wind’s labored words smashed pine cone and shell.
White caps ignited, plunging
though gable, eave; eddying
within the hum of bees. Continue reading
by Joseph Murphy
The wind’s labored words smashed pine cone and shell.
White caps ignited, plunging
though gable, eave; eddying
within the hum of bees. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
Hawaii Pacific Review 