– by Magda Sokolowski
Like a jackrabbit the desert reared up
against the high-cold in green-grey clots.
The cheat of grass, the sheen of ice-ground,
dense & the dull straightaway of road,
the welcome turn – sudden & slow
to find them there.
– by Magda Sokolowski
Like a jackrabbit the desert reared up
against the high-cold in green-grey clots.
The cheat of grass, the sheen of ice-ground,
dense & the dull straightaway of road,
the welcome turn – sudden & slow
to find them there.