i believe i’ve already died-
trans-luscent hands
hold blank pages
toss them wildly to an
invisible wind
passer-bys see only
thin papers
floating gently back
to Earth.
Sending poetry to the world
i believe i’ve already died-
trans-luscent hands
hold blank pages
toss them wildly to an
invisible wind
passer-bys see only
thin papers
floating gently back
to Earth.