{npm18: 4.22} by Tanita S. DavisApril 22, 201810:13 am1 Comment on {npm18: 4.22}Musings on Extemporanea even the rocks in its full chorus of sea tide susurrations of the murmur of waxwings the earth holds a note, singing with the music of the spheres
The language in this poem is EXQUISITE!!