what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat?
staring out a second-story window:
barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow.
baring a patina, a well-worn hat:
intent to not allow her sheen to show
what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat,
staring out a second-story window.
ever-evasive, an elusive cat,
and all the warmth of an errant ice floe
drifting out to the open sea alone.
what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat
staring out a second-story window?
barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow.