wild asters
like a field of stars
tumbling
over the prison-farm fence
I slip out of myself
~red lights 10:1, Jan. 2014
at the end
of my quest
for truth—
a winged seed
stuck to my boot sole
like a field of stars
tumbling
over the prison-farm fence
I slip out of myself
~red lights 10:1, Jan. 2014
at the end
of my quest
for truth—
a winged seed
stuck to my boot sole
~Ribbons 10:1, Winter 2014
these work v. well together here, jenny.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like "stuck to my boot sole"!
Thanks, Janet!
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