mid-afternoon
one of those days
turgid, augury
when i could
reach out, touch
the farthest islands
that wisp of cloud
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
mid-afternoon
one of those days
turgid, augury
when i could
reach out, touch
the farthest islands
that wisp of cloud
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.