Sandra McPherson: Far Away in Time, the Senses Return to Me as I Identify with That Tree
The way the lightning-split
willow was tugged,
wandy and half still alive,
It refused to uncork.
September 20, 2019 · Leave a comment
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The way the lightning-split
willow was tugged,
wandy and half still alive,
It refused to uncork.