by Madison Carr - Feb. 2, 2019
Pressing open
a fresh fallen black walnut
with my heel
unfolding its green flesh
pale gummy gel
the sound of
kissing lovers parting
POEM: At Asa Bales' Grave
Updated: Dec 2, 2019
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