Tuesday, December 13, 2016

her wings

I look at a road
map, to see how far it is
to where she lives
across country.
I look at the red lines,
the blue highways.
the mountains,
the streams and valleys
i'd need to cross
and go through to get to
her. it's hard
getting from here to there
without wings.
she used to have wings.
she used
to arrive with feathers
flying.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I just discovered this. Can it be mine? Can it be your gift to me?