名人诗歌：A Month of Sundays
A Month of Sundays
Kathleen Hellen
In the exaggerated light of perigee I pitter-patter to the bus stop in my flip-flops. The minute lengthening like a fenced-in shadow on a lit-up field ... the diamond sparkling, the trees like silent sentries
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