it was about midday.
the branches were low.
a lawn mower
hovered
above the sound of the birds
lined against the silence
of the sky.
the blue
was bleeding.
in
and out.
© Hudson Biko
words. by Hudson Biko
words. by Hudson Biko
it was about midday.
the branches were low.
a lawn mower
hovered
above the sound of the birds
lined against the silence
of the sky.
the blue
was bleeding.
in
and out.
© Hudson Biko
