small poems & small plates
warmth, the first thing she missesthen the sound of earth in her handanything else that follows is simplyso terribly a gift that it is hard to namebut the stairs newly polishedgive off a glare which she cannot ignoreand so follows their ascentas if on a mission, obdurate, inclined
warmth, the first thing she misses
ReplyDeletethen the sound of earth in her hand
anything else that follows is simply
so terribly a gift that it is hard to name
but the stairs newly polished
give off a glare which she cannot ignore
and so follows their ascent
as if on a mission, obdurate, inclined