jerome moore - And This is Richmond

I wonder through a land of great impressions
dreaming of Richmond, flag limp against black horizon,
bleakly marching through the falling city, scraps thrown to wolves
that dance around cinders in snow.
And this is Richmond says a melancholy voice
...And this is Richmond.

jerome moore

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