The wait
And in another land
there may be
by the shore or at the sea
or in the valley of the bees
another loneliness
quite like me.
And in another land
there may be
by the shore or at the sea
or in the valley of the bees
another loneliness
quite like me.
Sometimes in between the paragraph
while you look for that lost word
or when you draw that doodle on the marginalia
a pencil dangling in your slender fingers
caressing that lock of untamed hair…