Elizabeth S Gunn
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Two Poems by Elizabeth S. Gunn
Invitation I cannot describe my aeipathy for you, so I sift through an orange and stony desert. Its immense worldbeneath each fuzzy, violet Antelope Bitterbrush. Its pouring screeand dry bed rivers and hot antivenom for indifference.Mycologists comb for lichens that find their way through ancient plutonic rocks to thrive on petrified wood. Waters come and go. Monsoon Continue reading
