Pse Nova Compound Bow

Poem XIII. TRILCE. César Vallejos

think of your sex. Simplified
heart, think of your sex, mature Hijar
to the day.
I touch the button that is in season. And dies a feeling

old degenerated brain.

think of your sex, groove
most prolific and harmonious than the belly of the Shadow of Death
although conceived and stop
of God himself. Oh
Consciousness I think, yes, in the rough free
enjoying where you want, where you can.

Oh, honey scandal twilight. Oh
silent roar.

Odumodneurtse!

Recovery Weaning Puppies

As steady rain. Photos by Greg Williams

The only photos that I liked so far ...