the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

I’m on to sweeter things.
Sweet things like juicy grapes.
And dare I go in the garden, dare i?
am I allowed? here.

Yes with the yellow hops and barley. Yes with sunset glooming

… So banished. in the cold of the mind. With ashes for memory.

Tags: 2010

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