His Mother Reading
By Poetry Issue 103
Bible open. On her lap. Same page for years.
Her white hair. Spooky red ink. Deuteronomy.
Palm Sunday
By Poetry Issue 103
There are so many ways to fly and walk
in place I never move.
Bible open. On her lap. Same page for years.
Her white hair. Spooky red ink. Deuteronomy.
There are so many ways to fly and walk
in place I never move.