by Robert Karaszi
In this geometry of a dream
I’m back where the sun,
a monstrous orb
pours savage light
through rockweed.
Starlings like gray halos
circle then arrow
into mangroves. Continue reading
by Robert Karaszi
In this geometry of a dream
I’m back where the sun,
a monstrous orb
pours savage light
through rockweed.
Starlings like gray halos
circle then arrow
into mangroves. Continue reading