the rattling of reeds ruffled by the chilly wind the cool wall’s shelter the rattling of reeds wakes me from my midday nap the artless garden ruffled by the chilly wind shades of green surge and billow in a waking dream the cool wall’s shelter covered with moss and lichen cushion for my feet Kim […]
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