that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Thursday, April 13, 2017
"He yearned for the day when the new church
would be built—right across the road. Now
it rises above the moon: saints in frescoes
meet the eye,"
from The New Church"
by Lucia Cherciu
http://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org/columns/current
#629
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