to various pollens....
to the windblown ordinaries....disguised as arcane blepharblasts.....
to the mega-ordinant.....to the door handles....
to the crepuscularly decorous....
to the mierda de toros.....
to the wind with it all.....
zephyr fondant, broomstraws...corollaries in musk and skip-traced torpor...
best-of-days....best-of-days......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem