Dec 2020
A wave cracks like a whip
in the wind
blowing
across the wheat
in a never-ending field
did I mean to come here
or was I just out wandering
and do I mean to
stay
whit howland © 2020
in the wind
blowing
across the wheat
in a never-ending field
did I mean to come here
or was I just out wandering
and do I mean to
stay
whit howland © 2020
A word painting. An original.
