Musings From Nauvoo
Poems
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Around Corrales
the purple sky collapses
falls through the leafless spaces
of the tall brown cottonwoods
like passion’s rain
pouring through
their furrowed fields
jppestana November 5, 2016
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