I Miss Our Walks, micropoetry by Michele Cuomo at Spillwords.com
Jonatan Pie

I Miss Our Walks

I Miss Our Walks

written by: Michele Cuomo



and the full bellied cedar trees
bathing in the river blackened
by their blood
their skinny knees
like little elves
the pines’ white roots like bones
needles painting the sands red

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