some turn back a switch
long ago a forward road
once a wilderness
which a wagoneer
spurious appearance of
to wit a tenderfoot
easier despair
pools a ladle empty air
starpoints the tinware
Poetry
some turn back a switch
long ago a forward road
once a wilderness
which a wagoneer
spurious appearance of
to wit a tenderfoot
easier despair
pools a ladle empty air
starpoints the tinware