Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #170 (From, This is my Wasteland)


Whisper
of yesterday's dream
into sparse beams
of falls

scarlet mouth of sun
scatters earth blossoms

rusted cream colors
beneath

Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 04, 2011

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