my eyes have seen beauty on a purpled road home
a sunken blood moon and a sweet morning moan
mesmer of mountains with blue empty bowers
waiting on writing of godlier hours
and carrion crows who raucously call'to us, our
earlythoughts wing-ed and wilding, they foll'w us.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
bloodmoon thoughts from a minted morning flight out of Colorado and into the simple sun
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