SOFTLY
Slip me
like silk
into one
demure
pouch so I’ll
can hear
the flight
of the migrating
ladybug, orca
sliding the drift
without echo
and I’ll
know
when you
leave.
The Bishop’s House Review
Poems by Barbara Brooks
SOFTLY
Slip me
like silk
into one
demure
pouch so I’ll
can hear
the flight
of the migrating
ladybug, orca
sliding the drift
without echo
and I’ll
know
when you
leave.
The Bishop’s House Review