From the woven fabric of my yellow shirt
I discover I’m a messenger.
Carrying seed through the day’s reach
point to point
street to street
a small life clings – a burr on a wing
Cactus, poppy, weed?
Pluck it off, I’m unfit for Spring
From the woven fabric of my yellow shirt
I discover I’m a messenger.
Carrying seed through the day’s reach
point to point
street to street
a small life clings – a burr on a wing
Cactus, poppy, weed?
Pluck it off, I’m unfit for Spring
Don't steal. It hurts my feelings.
all images/writing © 2013 Rachel Van Blankenship.
design by Rachel Van Blankenship
Valid XHTML Strict and CSS
2 Responses to Barren