Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Sunday, July 31, 2016
reaping time
without passing the field
she thinks of how the land changes
it is time to reap plantation
thinks a tree that has born the fruit
will at some point have a dog
pee at its feet.
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