In the median of a parking lot birds-of-paradise crane their slender necks up to the sky, catching rain as it falls with orange flowers like wide-open beaks eager to be fed straight from heaven’s mouth.
Poems by Jason M. Harlow
In the median of a parking lot birds-of-paradise crane their slender necks up to the sky, catching rain as it falls with orange flowers like wide-open beaks eager to be fed straight from heaven’s mouth.
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