Saturday, December 9, 2017

The hills are strangers (Day 325)

The hills are strangers
gaudy and frank  imagined 
off the map   seekers on 
a pilgrimage from the known 
world to lacey September light   
weaving strong magic and 
casting wanderers from 
the golden shores of better 
days  lonely Bohemians   
savorers of clementines   
keepers of valentines in small 
rosewood boxes  walkers 
and seekers who never seem 
to finish unpacking their books 



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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