Morning Glory

It's 90 degrees and the asphalt is a blanket of snow
The black crickets chirp-
Sacred wise angels and protectors
The Cottonwood blows while the dogs scrounge the rio
and under the girth
the bindweed n' pink morning glory glows.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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