Picture Poem #170 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #170 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Whisper
of yesterday's dream
into sparse beams
of falls

scarlet mouth of sun
scatters earth blossoms

rusted cream colors
beneath

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