Honey Bear
In that lost book,
morning-glory
twines among eglantine,
honeysuckle
and nameless blooms.
The black space between
hides what a child
in time may learn:
the dark edge of the screen
suggesting all
that lies beyond,
imagined but unseen.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2005
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