Poetry on adrenaline
22 Apr 2012 Leave a comment
Tags: Claire Anthony, Part XIII, Poetry
Photo by Claire Anthony
Fast grows the crop, it looms late,
It is bearing–O I think it is heavy with fruit, with fruit.
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I'm just a poor poet, writing the world as I know it: ultraviolet and lead.
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