The goddess face Carved of space Can only be seen once She’s weeped half her magnificence Into the grass.
Petals around her neck (Fuschia toucan beaks last week) Seek neither worship nor respect But merely to reflect Pink witness its peak.
The Literary Magazine of the Association of Literary Scholars, Critics, and Writers
The goddess face Carved of space Can only be seen once She’s weeped half her magnificence Into the grass.
Petals around her neck (Fuschia toucan beaks last week) Seek neither worship nor respect But merely to reflect Pink witness its peak.