Stare
still, the cherished gift
is without coin
or care
it is a blink
like a small bird
that lands on a ledge
and sits there …
looking back at you
through the glass
that separates
the two
TL
Stare
Published inTamiko Lowery
Poetry
Stare
still, the cherished gift
is without coin
or care
it is a blink
like a small bird
that lands on a ledge
and sits there …
looking back at you
through the glass
that separates
the two
TL