Saturday, April 6, 2024

WOMAN AND CHILD 

a woman and child are standing on my hillside.

ringside with no winner.

the child is pure, the woman is a sinner

the child does not know the woman.

the woman looks at the child and cries.

with soulful, unaware angel eyes.


just a hug passes.

now the child knows her, glances.

The shade of a single tree was enough for both of us. It wasn’t the wind; it was you who blew.