THE ULTRAVIOLET RANGE
Words from Lorne Johnson, Australian teacher and poet.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
POEM #4
STRANGER
She
passes,
full-rigged,
freighted
with salt-spice:
he happily
drowns in her
perfumed
wake.
LJ, November 16 2011
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