The Back of My Hand By Shannon P. Laws It was that time of the day when the light gave away the distance of each hill The twilight swarm of gnats and wishing cottonwood seeds bounce off the windshield in a rush to live and die The dark sun wanting to set took a restContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Back of My Hand”
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