Picture Poem #276 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #276 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Beneath
straining shadows

midnight
crossed the lines

astride many-seasoned blackbirds
raised the peace-pipe squirrels
detecting eyes of an eagle

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