The Poet
Spades of time for thimbles
of syllables, snatched during
daylight glimpses,
like a thirsty man
wringing water from
a wet towel
before the midday sun.
Peter Stiles
The Poet
Spades of time for thimbles
of syllables, snatched during
daylight glimpses,
like a thirsty man
wringing water from
a wet towel
before the midday sun.
Peter Stiles
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