A nothing day full of <br />wild beauty and the <br />timer pings. Roll up <br />the silver off the bay <br />take down the clouds <br />sort the spruce and <br />send to laundry marked, <br />more starch. Goodbye <br />golden- and silver- <br />rod, asters, bayberry <br />crisp in elegance. <br />Little fish stream <br />by, a river in water. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />James Marcus Schuyler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closed-gentian-distances/
