A POEM A DAY - GIANT'S PIPE



The large seed heads waving amongst the rushes reminded me of the pipe cleaners I used to see as a child. I could picture the 'Muntanyeta' giant pacing through the night  marshes as people sleep, squishing boots in the mud, picking a pipe cleaner stick for his pipe, smoke curling into the dawn sky.  

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