Ten is the beginning and the end the blossoming and the death lost beyond time, but... I envy the raindrop that falls against your skin
By Janet Theny5 months ago in Poets
Parking Lot I did not expect to be thrilled Standing in the long yawn Of the parking lot Waiting across time for a ride
Bridgeman Park I thought of you all the way along the river path past the tangle of brambles nearly leafless brown berries dried on the branch
Delirium The wound ward crow arrives As sour as bacteria As alarming as amputation This is serious, she says I am serious, she says
