A Late Drive Poem by Areese Woodson

A Late Drive



A small tree -
Lonely in the desert
Stands out on the moving portrait.

Its raining on the coast.

Brushes dip in the tide,
Shades wink,

And verses connect far as the blowing winds.

Saturday, April 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Areese Woodson

Areese Woodson

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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