LINCROFT: SING THIS ALL TOGETHER
18 hours ago
Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion. --Robert Frost
A drift of fallen leaves, tire-stirred, wings toward the windshield.I feel the swift conviction that really, there is no glass:This time, protection will not protect.I duck, just slightly.Of course the brown flock flutters crisply around the carAnd I’m left somewhat sorry after all,Wishing I could have tried to catch one in my hand.