Monday, May 18, 2015

In Ondine’s Garden Comments

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Something in the way the furrowed canyon lumbers gently down to kiss the foamy waters,

That surge Pacific-ward beside the oleander, honeysuckle and sour grass that gave me eyes outside forgetting, and tendrils atop the sepulchral night;
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Chris Robideaux
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