John L. Stanizzi "POND" (3 of 3) - One Sentence Poems
John L. Stanizzi POND 5.6.19 11.32 a.m. 55 degrees Profligacies in orange and black, black and red, white and white, white and yellow, officers of influence, their color remains after they have flown, and the toads are a nimbus of sound in the bright afternoon, their chirring rising and rising to a stop, a dialogue, … Continue reading John L. Stanizzi “POND” (3 of 3) →