The City Farm
There are picnic tables and
flowers are growing
from an old bath
behind the heavy gate
in the yard
a willow dips her branches
into the pond
the only sounds
chickens
ducks
and a faraway
woman's voice.
.
.
.
There are picnic tables and
flowers are growing
from an old bath
behind the heavy gate
in the yard
a willow dips her branches
into the pond
the only sounds
chickens
ducks
and a faraway
woman's voice.
.
.
.
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