Muscular Tuna, Palomino Stallion, & More | Poetry Corner
"My room is so still, the bureau lifeless, and on it, inert, the paraphernalia of humans: keys, coins, shells that once rocked in the tides ..."
— Ode to the Fish
"My room is so still, the bureau lifeless, and on it, inert, the paraphernalia of humans: keys, coins, shells that once rocked in the tides ..."
— Ode to the Fish