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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHISTLING PAST THE GRAVEYARD, by TERRY WATADA
First Line: Tree branch bones %creak in a steady wind
Last Line: I imagine %it could be true %in this month of obon
First Line: Tree branch bones %creak in a steady wind
Last Line: I imagine %it could be true %in this month of obon
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