That small dot moving left to right is 3I/ATLAS.
apricot dawn where ride gray legions
go in dread of the bitter rain
somewhere beyond this melee
love shall fall & pity rain
mangrove, mosquitos & the broken
skyscraper windows in the rain
yet poets shall learn to praise
the varieties of rain
i follow her through cloud labyrinths
by a trail like the smell of rain
though all its garments alter
this is still the same terrain
(2004)
"on the last day of the United States, when this country has finally descended into civil war, i will do a thread on how to dress for summer" --@dieworkwear.bsky.social via @karriehiggins.bsky.social
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