by the water’s edge,
i paused,
where the river gurgles,
splashes, and rustles its cause.
an empty bottle, smooth and clear,
a glassy vessel,
waiting here.
i scratch my words in hurried ink,
and in pace.
......
by the water’s edge,
i paused,
where the river gurgles,
splashes, and rustles its cause.
an empty bottle, smooth and clear,
a glassy vessel,
waiting here.
i scratch my words in hurried ink,
and in pace.
......