my small boat of origami gold
trembling at the pond's reedy edge
where the wind ripples
the surfaces only
and my heart is glass.
I know you will tip over
and never pass the bridge
in even the most negligible breeze
bur drowning you may impart
a mysterious shimmer
to the landscape.
mary angela douglas 5 january 2018
trembling at the pond's reedy edge
where the wind ripples
the surfaces only
and my heart is glass.
I know you will tip over
and never pass the bridge
in even the most negligible breeze
bur drowning you may impart
a mysterious shimmer
to the landscape.
mary angela douglas 5 january 2018