Jill Jones
Brown
dams now fill with autumnit puddles on a seat
on a swathe of skinand hair
which was just rightlimps across my forehead
like rainleaves are brown
when they should be blue.
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Jill Jones
Brown
dams now fill with autumnit puddles on a seat
on a swathe of skinand hair
which was just rightlimps across my forehead
like rainleaves are brown
when they should be blue.