Summer
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Sheena Blackhall
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Hiccupping frogs land in the palm of the earth
Under poppies, red as stigmata
Two snot filled boys on a bench
Swop punch-lines, secrets, scabs
Wasps suck on the cherry tree’s nipples
Honesty’s wearing its lacy summer frock
How much blue can one sky hold
Before the darkness comes?
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş