small poems & small plates
Fine PointA spire we saw the other daycouldn't make it realTwo donkeys, maybe threemaking grain into flourYour other braceletatop some bargain plankThat longing toward sunsetwhat doesn't tell her
Fine Point
ReplyDeleteA spire we saw the other day
couldn't make it real
Two donkeys, maybe three
making grain into flour
Your other bracelet
atop some bargain plank
That longing toward sunset
what doesn't tell her