by Pavel Chichikov
A king in procession,
He flings five finches of gold
To the April sky
And the trees catch them,
Warm from the hands of God
(See Pavel's new book, Mysteries and Stations, here.)
by Pavel Chichikov
A king in procession,
He flings five finches of gold
To the April sky
And the trees catch them,
Warm from the hands of God
(See Pavel's new book, Mysteries and Stations, here.)