Suspension of Belief
The trees sing in Morocco. My friend heard twin sisters, a shepherd’s only daughters. Sea tones, celestial timbre. Night herons bathing in the silver bowl. By the moon, the high-water…
The trees sing in Morocco. My friend heard twin sisters, a shepherd’s only daughters. Sea tones, celestial timbre. Night herons bathing in the silver bowl. By the moon, the high-water…