Nov 2018
It’s old and weathered,
the texture, she said.
You’ll find yourself, she said;
I see the wooden beams hanging low:
the outline of a doorway, shutting
out the closeness of night.
the texture, she said.
You’ll find yourself, she said;
I see the wooden beams hanging low:
the outline of a doorway, shutting
out the closeness of night.
for m.f.
