Tules Land
Marshy natives claims own bog
Changed in light paints in needle work
Space by space to lit hole in swampy darkness
Every shape thought is legitimate
As it hangs in a opening tree
In mystical ways the one and only flare
As branches in fierce bubled in naive land
Copyright © Reyhan Yucebay | Year Posted 2006
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