WEEDY tender vines,
potted plants in parks,
and the moon, appearing
in the morning – a moulin heard;
a clump of shrubs murmurs
like bells in a vineyard.
:: 02.05.2022 ::
February 6, 2022
A Bell in The Vineyard
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