Open Poetry #40 |
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Georgia Peach |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Georgia peach, The reach, The hands that The sheets that moisten The tampered land, As the fields that sever Hands of the farmers Tanned, tide dye skin. The recipes that Resonate the Fields soiled tops, The paramount reflection, The deception That decides the days Defiance and brings The night’s guidance. The whispers of the cornrows. |
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