I will live alone
at some point—circled by grass
and trees, hum of bees.
I can only hope for such
grace, if not absolution.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
I will live alone
at some point—circled by grass
and trees, hum of bees.
I can only hope for such
grace, if not absolution.