Brown Manila II
It all tastes like
Brown manila
Rusty tools
Fading, planes escape into
Lily pad clouds
Shrinking yellow rays stroll
Across dusty floors
Arthritic Autumn smoke
Sweet in
Forgotten drawers opened
Far away
Put away in
Brown manila envelopes
Copyright © Kevin Lawrence | Year Posted 2018
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