Each day I’m drawn in
turtle-tight.
I mourn the old way
I shopped, the old way
I chatted with co-workers,
gossiped as Yelena cut my hair,
or watched my children walk,
with heavy schoolbooks. Continue reading
Tag Archives: metaphor
To Be a Covered Bridge
I like people who are like covered bridges,
sturdy and solid as houses, peaceful, still,
upright and bridging wide gulfs.
They take the high road. Their troubles wash away,
like floodwaters diverted into channels
fringed with loosestrife and cattails. Continue reading
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