Two Poems by Stephen Wing
Somewhere on the Mass Migration It’s an expanding universe. I imagineyou and I are fingersof a groping green god,budding twigtips, unfurledleaflets drunk with light,seeking…
Somewhere on the Mass Migration It’s an expanding universe. I imagineyou and I are fingersof a groping green god,budding twigtips, unfurledleaflets drunk with light,seeking…