Waterglass
a slip
a mirror
both gone by
quick between the trees
shadows slide
we touch hands and run again
to moonlight strips out on the lawn
tween fireflies
and hot dry grass
the ball
the fly
the waterglass
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment