by AJ Saur
And, yet, I stand at the end of this pier
in ovation of the horizon—its long stretch
of periphery, the far wings of a seagull
from which you are certain to emerge in a bow Continue reading
by AJ Saur
And, yet, I stand at the end of this pier
in ovation of the horizon—its long stretch
of periphery, the far wings of a seagull
from which you are certain to emerge in a bow Continue reading
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