Untitled #198 / the Shadows of the Late Morning
The shadows of the late morning
seem strange to my eyes
as I mow the front lawn
dew begins to return
to the cloudless blue sky
and I dream of wax wings
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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