Fir tree fog hangs like a shelf.
Damn! how you can hush the night.
Moonbeam, dock to me and self—
Concrete, canteen, coffee light.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Fir tree fog hangs like a shelf.
Damn! how you can hush the night.
Moonbeam, dock to me and self—
Concrete, canteen, coffee light.