Alice is
one and a half century old
its that time of the year
books are sprouting
in a desert
inboxes overflow
plants freeze
words are flutes
hollow
a winter sits
on its haunches
by a dying fire.
one and a half century old
its that time of the year
books are sprouting
in a desert
inboxes overflow
plants freeze
words are flutes
hollow
a winter sits
on its haunches
by a dying fire.
