Nights are lengthening.
Leaves hang heavy, all that's left
one fluttering fall.
Swallows gathering:
"Mum, why must we wait on wires?
—and what's 'africa?'
"
Shall I burrow down
here into my home soil, or
follow the sun south?
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
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So Lovely!
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