Still waters.

A pool of love
trickles the words
flowing in verse
inking the page
braille read.

Where are they now?

The pool has dried,
the hand is dead,
and yet a ripple
shimmers on
shadows still,
a wind blows the page
open.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. Your poetry today. No wasted words. Each statement adding up to a true and honest place. Shadows and the ripple of memory. Make us know. Who we are and what we did. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote