We hike through a gray Indian
January scratched by skeleton
branches looking down
over the rocks where
a train tangles its way
between the river and the
This entry was posted on January 17, 2010 by joanna. It was filed under poetry, travel, writing and was tagged with cemetery, hollywood cemetery, richmond, river, virginia, winter.
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