she died gangrenous
still in love the green greenwood
the cane-ways afield
wild remembrance the last
a cherry tree’d rocking chair
at a quarter past
a small house ago
a street you should live somewhere
an also a sunset
Poetry
she died gangrenous
still in love the green greenwood
the cane-ways afield
wild remembrance the last
a cherry tree’d rocking chair
at a quarter past
a small house ago
a street you should live somewhere
an also a sunset