OPEN STUDIO POEM #11
How hard to see the pattern: new friends who zoom past for an hour.
How tall are they? Do they wear shoes? And who were they before—
before I knew them in this peculiar way, both tentative and sure.
How hard to see the pattern: new friends who zoom past for an hour.
How tall are they? Do they wear shoes? And who were they before—
before I knew them in this peculiar way, both tentative and sure.