let into voice Incant a tongue inflamed at drought’s long deaths, to spit a song to spark the sky to weeping. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Author: Stacey C. Johnson I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places. View all posts by Stacey C. Johnson
Great poem.
Thank you for being here, Jam : )