The Wheel*
The wheel: it's a thing like pears
rotting under a tree in August.
O golden wilderness!
The bees travel in covered wagons
and the Indians hide in the heat.
źródło: The Octopus Frontier
o źródle i prawach
tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Octopus Frontier" (Carp Press, 1960)
11.06.2026