#footnote
_Do not deny me,
The lines between us read;
A footnote of a smile
A miniature novella
Cradled in my palm;
Your hand held
Written in our familiar aspect
An epic journey of the soul;
A quiet collision
Of two still quieter gestures._
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
The cawing crow,
Object of strife,
Does have its place
Here in this life.
Its hue is dark
Its numbers rife.
It sounds of caw
And not a fife.
To the farmer
And to his wife,
The crow is but
A fowl most trife.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC