It grew without asking—
Bright, sprawling, rude.
Like our language
returning through cracks
in the concrete.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde
366 poems day-by-day for a leap year
366 poems day-by-day for a leap year
It grew without asking—
Bright, sprawling, rude.
Like our language
returning through cracks
in the concrete.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
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