This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a cinquain.
these hands
sow these letters
on your humus tongue so
opulently words will burgeon
henceforth
This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a cinquain.
these hands
sow these letters
on your humus tongue so
opulently words will burgeon
henceforth