somebody spilled a darker blue
across the white-washed streets
as if a violent storm crashed in
to spray the world in yellow light
low and from the waning west
leaving negatives of the standing,
lying flat upon the grasping ground
somebody spilled a darker blue
across the white-washed streets
as if a violent storm crashed in
to spray the world in yellow light
low and from the waning west
leaving negatives of the standing,
lying flat upon the grasping ground
