Tiny glass paperweight
rinsed of the sea’s cloudy tint—
I crave blue and purple,
the crooked sweetness of fruit
not quite ripe nor fully bitter.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Tiny glass paperweight
rinsed of the sea’s cloudy tint—
I crave blue and purple,
the crooked sweetness of fruit
not quite ripe nor fully bitter.