i sit here
bathing in warm clarity
ivy against new brick
hold tight
see rise
my belief in you
pose fixable
prose not
by mary ann blinkhorn
Tag Archives: prose
steel-cheeked bluebird
i sit here a while
trying to envision him
pondering how
i’d describe him
blurred steel-cheeked bluebird
sitting atop blurred picket fence
wondering if he’ll
ever find happiness
i weep for him, sometimes
by mary ann blinkhorn
