Pepperwood dust hung
in sausage curls
by the long, sweet
face of the river.
We ate Co-op bread
from paper sacks as our
bare feet thrummed nature's anthem,
accompanied by ants,
choired by trees,
in
perfect
harmonic
summerese.
Jenny Lovewell
Pepperwood dust hung
in sausage curls
by the long, sweet
face of the river.
We ate Co-op bread
from paper sacks as our
bare feet thrummed nature's anthem,
accompanied by ants,
choired by trees,
in
perfect
harmonic
summerese.
Jenny Lovewell
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