woodblock trees stamp black cross citrus sky, guard the crest, stand firm against marauders, seasons march on forwards laying waste the years, talcum dusted lunar lands, weathered feldspar fields, hoar-crust roads glint old-foolsgold, xanthene tears. driving to the station, lemon dawnlight breaking, I’m unaware of just how far your destination’s taking you. our snowy …![]()
