A Hollow Sky

Poetry by K. Spicka

Poem About The Sound Coneflowers Make Against A Stone Bench As I Lay Watching Our Swan, We Had Named Him Leander, Decided He Was King Of The River, His Crown Only Visible By Moonlight

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Poem About Chickadees Trapped In A Mall Foodcourt, Chirping Merrily From Plastic Trees, Sunning Themselves In Warm Blue Of A Hollow Sky

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