As food for thought
the girl shines bright,
the bird - grey; then I sink lower, sleepy
in my seat. They exchange luminosity.
No principle of geology forced the bird out of stone
But so, the girl is eroding
sighing, alone.
Contemplating the garden
© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
As food for thought
the girl shines bright,
the bird - grey; then I sink lower, sleepy
in my seat. They exchange luminosity.
No principle of geology forced the bird out of stone
But so, the girl is eroding
sighing, alone.
Contemplating the garden
© Copyright David Bosworth March 2013
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