by James Eric Watkins
embracing wind
encircles the universe
swirls the planet
consumes my senses
panoptically caresses the tall grasses
that sway
all around me
and night lies quietly against my skin
if compression is the first grace of style
by James Eric Watkins
embracing wind
encircles the universe
swirls the planet
consumes my senses
panoptically caresses the tall grasses
that sway
all around me
and night lies quietly against my skin
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