Ungainly craft, my
paper boat, I set you
afloat in the shallows:
perhaps I’ll see
your ink again, God-sped,
before darkness falls.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Ungainly craft, my
paper boat, I set you
afloat in the shallows:
perhaps I’ll see
your ink again, God-sped,
before darkness falls.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.