Antoni Ooto
Tomorrow
the sky steals a groaning tenor
a great poplar kneels to a fall
confusing peace as light bares itself down
arms broken, a nest scatters,
roots forget their business…
webs of lost resolve
now,
the work of grass begins
Antoni Ooto
Tomorrow
the sky steals a groaning tenor
a great poplar kneels to a fall
confusing peace as light bares itself down
arms broken, a nest scatters,
roots forget their business…
webs of lost resolve
now,
the work of grass begins