Red Glass Heart
Days pass
clouds turn to dust
dry pulls across the yard and freezes
not autumn not summer
but time inbetween
blown glass fish
bright red glass heart on my dresser
a howling dog
and rocks from Mamas kitchen window
that teacup
all the butter
no one's watching
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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