Ginny

love poem (2009) i was digging in wet sand scoff, scoff, the shovel sighed until i hit the water and a stone i had seen it before it was milky white i felt its edges it was smooth i remembered then when i once held this rock closer to my heart when i first found this particular rock, it was on the sidewalk as i was looking down i was walking tripping on my own feet scanning the pavement there it was i took it home kept it on my nightstand there it was every night and i could

there once was a springtime dill lavender blue the scene never softer in nival review the serpent, the may queen danced fate’s minuet...

some instances deserve no words and some words deserve no instance can you not see in front of you behind you and ahead? i wish i could...