my legs, small, hike far. there is a triangle
up in ricketts glen, and its a seven point
one mile hike up up and around and i so
i see water fall, and for the first time i sit
down, and watch the water flow around
and i hope i become part of it someday.
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
