Primavera
A poem is perishable and, like it, so much of life is spent in intervals - the jarring second regaining consciousness, a post-mortem flick of the lank equestrian eyelid that signals morning's first crepuscular move. ... a little salad consciousness about the tumescent room with the sentient purr of a cat; her musky oils a green verdure lapping primordial scent to engross a little readiness as the day progresses to its Oedipal stage and arrested development.
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"A poem is perishable and,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Cameron Brown delivers a powerful performance in "Primavera"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...