Adam and Eve on Delacroix Island Posted on October 22, 2019 by Daedalus Lex Biting fleas, picking pecans, their voices touched and words hung like crystals glistening through the horizon line dreaming the smell of wet earth From Year of the Butterfly by Gary Gautier (Click images below for links) * * * Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Gracias, amigos! You should have been there! (Wait! If this poem elapses in archetypal space, I guess we’ve all been there 🙂 ) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
Nice!
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Gracias, amigos! You should have been there! (Wait! If this poem elapses in archetypal space, I guess we’ve all been there 🙂 )
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Ha, Love this response!!!!!
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