Winterscore ©
Sunday, October 15, 2023
There’s a future unhad
There’s a future unhad
An unopened present
We gifted ourselves for
A time thought evident
Only one sunflower
Dizzy dancing in grain
They’re cutting down cornstalks
In the imminent rain
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