PoetryMojito by Michael T. Smith
The sun’s fingers clenched the land And would not let it sleep With legerdemain, It strangled it to death instead. But It’s ok – que bola. “it’s alright.”I remember the words my…
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Writing by Michael T. Smith published in Dual Coast Magazine. 1 piece from the archive, free to read.
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