Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Poetry Fusillade, pt 1: Two Rivers
The map I made
Of my country
With paper and markers--
Not for navigational use.
But,
It does have a beauty
Where two rivers meet
To flow to the ocean
Waters enmeshed;
His fingers, her hair.
The map I made
Of my country
With paper and markers--
Not for navigational use.
But,
It does have a beauty
Where two rivers meet
To flow to the ocean
Waters enmeshed;
His fingers, her hair.
