the pale ambassador

to a.h. That warm bright California rage throws sunspears, tans smiles to leather. a place half-here, half-there, still home only in irritating sense of red, white, blue. The racing dry river of midwest west covered by the metal plane’s bridge. Knowns dot it, rocks breaking the stream with turbulence and glances downwards Here seen a [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 12th, 2005 by palmer

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