Alone she rests ‘neath castling towers
outfacing glazy terraces
by just gazing south to west
Alone yoke of bags she appears to shed
like a mother at a crossing
just waiting for the lights
Alone on a rise arc of green
glass to stones engraced
just by her lovely patina’s glow
Alone upon art’s breasted seeing
infants whisper blessings
to a brown madonna just watching
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Alone she rests ‘neath castling towers
outfacing glazy terraces
by just gazing south to west
Alone yoke of bags she appears to shed
like a mother at a crossing
just waiting for the lights
Alone on a rise arc of green
glass to stones engraced
just by her lovely patina’s glow
Alone upon art’s breasted seeing
infants whisper blessings
to a brown madonna just watching