Window open:
a fullness in the gingko
carried over continents
maybe saying
how long could I live
on just water
and the sight of you
each blossom entirely alone
finds a sweeter winter
in its disposition
and the sky clouds
with uplift
Window open:
a fullness in the gingko
carried over continents
maybe saying
how long could I live
on just water
and the sight of you
each blossom entirely alone
finds a sweeter winter
in its disposition
and the sky clouds
with uplift