Dec 2012
I wish I were a mountain--
forced up into something
great, first greeting to the
snow, met the air once or
twice...the grass feels a bit
entranced by my presence
should I grow some more?
forced up into something
great, first greeting to the
snow, met the air once or
twice...the grass feels a bit
entranced by my presence
should I grow some more?
(c) Brooke Otto
