Twilight in Tiverton: Poetry
By Alyssa Souza Without dawn’s permission All this town’s foliage Withers into intangible spindles: Where we can hear the petrichor As it dribbles from Nimbus mouths Into the creek; leaping, fevering, Like a baby stirring in her sleep. Without the fruit’s hope All good done by The sun’s immortal amber Is overshadowed By coldblooded ratsnakes’ […]
