by David C. Kopaska-Merkel | Sep 9, 2017 | Poetry
Traces David C. Kopaska-Merkel Long years our journey, ending here, a land of purple sunrise, wild alien grasses nodding their sage heads, fluttery things, hoppers, crawlers, good old O2 and CO2, and we, blinking behind shades, feeling of the air with ship-tanned...
