The amphibian drone of another future spring echoes back at me, the certainty of sun and thaw, a certainty of his wing’s blue flash, and a quick glimpse of his eye, alive and black and wild with potential.
Journal of Consciousness, Literature, and Art
The amphibian drone of another future spring echoes back at me, the certainty of sun and thaw, a certainty of his wing’s blue flash, and a quick glimpse of his eye, alive and black and wild with potential.