If I could hold all of autumn in my hand,
I would bite the world like an apple,
listen to it crackle,
savor the winesap.
Oh, I would bruise this earth with my mouth
if I could hold this clear hour,
this air,
Sue by way of Arthur, be pleased, very at this work. Each part it's own wee
wonder with its own voice.
A most fine read and one which should be published far and wide.
Thanks.
Gary
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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