Poem from the Syracuse Airport

Driving in a Car

Did anyone notice the Troll in the high autumn field?
He was like a cricket, rubbing his legs in the last warm sun,
Really, that was all, the sun like tea in a glass, the old magic body staying warm.

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Author: stevekuusisto

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