She walks past as I glance
I tumble with my words
and myself with jelly like legs.
A smile melts the glaciers,
warms my heart,
Don't realize I walked into a pole.
She laughs with me
as she walks on by
At least I caught her eye
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
