"...Only one season becoming another,
continents traveling the skyway, the grass
breathing. And townspeople, victims, murderers,
the gold-colored straw and barbed-wire hair of the world
wafting over the furrows, the slashed roads
to the door of your office or into the living room. ..."
From "In Every Direction" by Ralph Angel
2 comments:
My morning cup of intrigue. Had to see what and where you were focused.
Great shot!
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