scraps of rusted metal,
tumbled mine buildings,
splinters of fallen trees—
running clear and cold, the creek
makes music of everything
October 21, 2016 by Rosemerry
scraps of rusted metal,
tumbled mine buildings,
splinters of fallen trees—
running clear and cold, the creek
makes music of everything
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged junk, music, optimism, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
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A symphony of detail. Very nice.