Santa Fe In Winter (Deborah Ager Poem)
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
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