A Fall poem…
Raking in the Gold
Ever sents
The Fall
They raked
In the gold
Luxuriating in propriety
Of what might be
Necessity
Street wise
Every last won
Having taken
Their leaves
A Fall poem…
Raking in the Gold
Ever sents
The Fall
They raked
In the gold
Luxuriating in propriety
Of what might be
Necessity
Street wise
Every last won
Having taken
Their leaves