Tag: langston hughes
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the honeyed river of summer
the honeyed river of summerflows through my open windowas I drive home through Nisquallydust in my eyes and shadows on my tongue I’ve been watching all the omens:a pregnant fish split opena flock of gulls headed to the mountainsI hear that raven finally stole the sunnow that everything else has already been stolen lives, and…
K. D. Hume 