YESTERDAYS MOAN
Standing naked on the lawn alone he was one sunlit dawn the grass beneath his shoeless feet cut like broken glass in the shimmering heat with no one for … Continue reading YESTERDAYS MOAN
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN
GORDON KUHN
Standing naked on the lawn alone he was one sunlit dawn the grass beneath his shoeless feet cut like broken glass in the shimmering heat with no one for … Continue reading YESTERDAYS MOAN