Paper Voyages
With cradle-hands I’ve hemmed-in worlds And fingertipped the pages And often I’ve been borne aloft In wind-filled sails of phrases …
With cradle-hands I’ve hemmed-in worlds And fingertipped the pages And often I’ve been borne aloft In wind-filled sails of phrases …
An enigmatic loneliness Has nestled on my porch— A mottle-feathered camouflage Against his stony berth. At first, I thought ‘twas …
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …