Wandering On the Way
Poetry and Prose
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
want
he wants the slow easing motion
of a dry standing woman
quieting her watery hair
she holds the carved edge
of this gentleman’s glance
as he lifts her from her sleeves
together they fall
forgetting everything else but down
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