indigoelf
Aug 30, 2007 12:51
collecting water that falls
through the cracks
in this concrete jungle
where I pick daffodils
the rose of choice
(see yellow
does not always mean friendship)
and dewy soft
i give them to you
the only thing in our world
not abrasive or slate gray
poetry
indigoelf
Apr 29, 2006 00:27
Cinderella's slippers were made of glass
but after the fairy tale ending
did Cinderella's children even wear shoes
or did the cycle repeat?
poetry