October 28
A dark rose blooms in the far corner of the month.
Ceiling-fan shadows migrate across an upside-down world
For long moments after the switch has been flipped.
The continuous migration, slowing. That’s our life.
A dark rose blooms in the far corner of the month.
Ceiling-fan shadows migrate across an upside-down world
For long moments after the switch has been flipped.
The continuous migration, slowing. That’s our life.