Jordan Josephson


My Lights

This is the place that I love the best,  
A bit of brown skin hands strong and tough,
Hid among the see of faces and voices 

The tenderest light that ever was seen 
Sifts through the eys of golden honey 
Sifts and quivers, and flits and falls  on me.

All through June the west wind free 

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