los Brazos de Dios
Behind a crown of leaves, the sun burns.
The ridge of Emmons Cliff darkens a carpet of Frog Fruit.
Our stream joins another embracing a west then east
bank. We rest with feet in the coolness of its movement,
the song of the breeze, the joy of the wine.
--T.A. Sukany 25 Jan 2020
Behind a crown of leaves, the sun burns.
The ridge of Emmons Cliff darkens a carpet of Frog Fruit.
Our stream joins another embracing a west then east
bank. We rest with feet in the coolness of its movement,
the song of the breeze, the joy of the wine.
--T.A. Sukany 25 Jan 2020