5 comments on “On Leaves of Books to Dry

  1. A red spark sauntering
    Slyly upon inked leaves,
    Quivers to a music
    Dewing from heaven’s eaves.
    The timeless birthing womb
    Now begins to contract,
    The red spark, a fire,
    Consuming Noah’s Ark.

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