PRAIRIE VIEW 1 Black javelins The magpies Huddle in the cool of dawn And gold-washed mesas spill their dusky wine. Against the high uncharted morning sky The magpies stand on the plain They are illusion, Receding, Darken and dissolve.
Black javelins The magpies Huddle in the cool of dawn And gold-washed mesas spill their dusky wine. Against the high uncharted morning sky The magpies stand on the plain They are illusion, Receding, Darken and dissolve.
