spring breezes
through my kitchen window
first cabbage white
forest sunrise
a shrike-thrush
polishes day songs
hurricane path
a meandering line
of loaded trolleys
fleeting romance
her worn-down lipstick
deep in his glove box
spring breezes
through my kitchen window
first cabbage white
forest sunrise
a shrike-thrush
polishes day songs
hurricane path
a meandering line
of loaded trolleys
fleeting romance
her worn-down lipstick
deep in his glove box