Alicia Fisher The Coming and Going I To the lean lime grass, bent in the light—I surrender. and the rough-throated oak telling me white in the winter —yes. The swandip of your neck: arrogance or humiliation?—either. My own stilted…
Alicia Fisher The Coming and Going I To the lean lime grass, bent in the light—I surrender. and the rough-throated oak telling me white in the winter —yes. The swandip of your neck: arrogance or humiliation?—either. My own stilted…