香沼澤
the fragrance
of the bog
spills up over its banks
and sweetens the reverie
of two lovers
caught turning
over one another
by the rising red sun
and as the last star
blinks out
a brown fox runs through
the chai bush
and out the other side
eager for sleep
and a chance
to dream
of the bog
spills up over its banks
and sweetens the reverie
of two lovers
caught turning
over one another
by the rising red sun
and as the last star
blinks out
a brown fox runs through
the chai bush
and out the other side
eager for sleep
and a chance
to dream
