The tree stood like a man in sharp, green carpet. The Ohio sun provided light, but no heat, And November had flung leaves at his feet like confetti. The man stood like a tree, Feet planted in the carpet. A cheap chandelier, Pale as the Ohio sun, Lit the confetti That littered theContinue reading “(EX)pERspeCtI(S)vE”
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