Mark Christopherson – The Caves of Altamira

The Caves of Altamira We live in a house with glass birdswho say very little in the morning.It’s not a kind of sorrow to beall gesture and no song, bowedto the sun and collecting dustdisturbed by the passing traffic.We need the arch of crystal wings,even while sparrows are onthe feeder and crows litterour backyard trees; […]