Jul 2016
she never stood a chance,
of course - so
she stood
oblique to it.
drawn forth
by odd thoughtful urge shaped,
her lines scribbled
tall orders small:
till all there is, is.
of course - so
she stood
oblique to it.
drawn forth
by odd thoughtful urge shaped,
her lines scribbled
tall orders small:
till all there is, is.
dm micklow
