i magine him mounted on bicycle
riding a brisk timeline
privileged
self-paced
detached
miserable
trumpet at home in its case
many moons ago
there was only one sun
he blows into cupped hand
smells his breath
by mary ann blinkhorn
i magine him mounted on bicycle
riding a brisk timeline
privileged
self-paced
detached
miserable
trumpet at home in its case
many moons ago
there was only one sun
he blows into cupped hand
smells his breath
by mary ann blinkhorn