Tiring, these flashes.
The low summer thunder
Of suburban trains, pen-like (faster)
While a white and spacious
Country north awaits
A month of thaw
To bury.
A Slush-Journal of Poetry and Translation
Tiring, these flashes.
The low summer thunder
Of suburban trains, pen-like (faster)
While a white and spacious
Country north awaits
A month of thaw
To bury.
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