Kari Gunter Seymour: Planting By the Signs
I hear my grandmother’s voice, a divination,
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew.
July 5, 2021 · 10 Comments
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I hear my grandmother’s voice, a divination,
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew.