“It’s a question of scale.
The same structure,
The same light, dazzles
Our eyes. What part is home,
We decide.”
Said the flea,
To the stork.
exiles child
Poems
“It’s a question of scale.
The same structure,
The same light, dazzles
Our eyes. What part is home,
We decide.”
Said the flea,
To the stork.
exiles child 