A Lady
Her face grips at her mouth
like a leaf to a tree
or a tire to a highway
or a spoon to a bowl of soup.
She just can't let go
with a smile,
the poor dear.
No matter what happens
her face is always a maple tree
Highway 101
tomato.
źródło: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace" (The Communication Company, 1967)
11.06.2026