A Moon Worn As A Shell
A down-on-his-luck jazz pianist wanders through dim alleyways.
Thursday, December 5, 2019
ashwork
snowsurf dampers and maple straw
silten grasp of mossy stone
crackling bone, marrow void
slick to stab of rotten wood
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