Kongsaeng Chris

Monday, May 1, 2017

Moon Light River

The smoke of distant
waters
dries my avenue
of drug store coughs
with the past
medicine.
Under the water
in a patio brick,
I resign myself
to cooking
like juniper bushes.
Posted by Kongsaeng Chris Everson at 9:38 AM
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