Fields of Feldspar

Fields of Feldspar So many fields So many welds Where below winter nights Bodies were felled In one field a fair Another an orchard One held a meadow Beside it a tower All the welds With fruit they hold And roots They wield Foot traffic Salted food Oranges, apples Pears and berries Grass and weedsContinue reading “Fields of Feldspar”

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