green, day smacks its lips, they are back, the inventors, they are going to do it
again, sprinkle-seed, joker rain coming to loosen it all. How many lives will we be given, how many will we trade in for this – it comes in bushels, grams, inches, notes, —Jorie Graham
One response to “green, day smacks its lips, they are back, the inventors, they are going to do it”
Terrific beauty and verse!