tourprague

i. it is a time of big peace the strangest children are at play in the neo-prairie where the second peoples seeded a native grass named after the first peoples no acidic thunderhead or noxious gale will dull their small sick body’s scampering through stretches of wild indigo & culver’s root all these fresh souls have not been on Earth long enough to know the hell it has been through & are most frantically in love with orb weavers & parsnip butterflies these divine children do not care to distinguish pollen from pesticides as if they were the last honeybees on Earth ii. it is a time of great remembering all thes