Garden City
by James Graham
Posted: Wednesday, September 3, 2014 Word Count: 23 Summary: A sort of autumn poem. |
Garden City
Here people live
in clearings. Leaves turn
and fall. In a tower
elves cobble their logistics,
turn our seasons into
gold.
Here people live
in clearings. Leaves turn
and fall. In a tower
elves cobble their logistics,
turn our seasons into
gold.