Share this postDispatches From the BasementDispatch #53Copy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoreDispatch #53Four LunesJoseph MasseyMar 04, 202218Share this postDispatches From the BasementDispatch #53Copy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore2ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedFour Lunes the seam where winter begins to bend, and light lengthens glare-shattered water— blue heron balanced on black stone it isn’t unlike poetry— whirlwind of dead leaves dormant globe thistle black as ash under the new snow
oh, this is yummy; really like, this point in time like a precipice. tell me to take a hike, but what about "dead leaves whirling"?