Francis Boom


Smoke Curls Up - Poem by Francis Boom

Smoke curls up.
Our own clouds.

Red sun drops.
Bugs in crowds.

Day is done.
Fields are plowed.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008



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