Little rain Mr says Is more dangerous to a desert plant Than no rain at all. He dusts the blackboard. White motes dance The distance between us His smile traverses in a single Unbroken Reverberation. He asks, why is it so? The class dozes And I am many lovers Shy of an answer. He asks, […]
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