…trying to block off, as in a nightmare, the new tumbleweeds–
plastic bags, billowing in the wind, descending on the littered shore.
How much longer will Persephone return, to bring her green Spring
to our choking Earth
"The poem is the cry of its occasion"
…trying to block off, as in a nightmare, the new tumbleweeds–
plastic bags, billowing in the wind, descending on the littered shore.
How much longer will Persephone return, to bring her green Spring
to our choking Earth
