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by Robin Wyatt Dunn / November 19th, 2023
I am written the lights stream over my head in the dark tunnel earth bright my body’s shape and color the compulsion of the year wheat berry eye my wings carrying my home
dark is the paper light the ink
This article was posted on Sunday, November 19th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.