Monday, October 24, 2016

Lucy Alexander #53 Gloss

There had been rain
the world was gloss with its
stroking fingers
daubing the trees
the ground, even children
had it in their hair
flicking up the new light

from beyond the cloudburst.


  1. Isn't gloss such a beautiful word, and such a beautiful poem.


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