Sunday, February 19, 2006


The cold. The bleakness of my heart, my soul. The sun, staring down at me, feigning warmth. But I know its truth: It too is cold.
The clouds, pre­tend­ing they are soft.
The moon, pre­tend­ing to be all-­know­ing.
The only truth is in the glance of a fair-haired child, lost in the barefoot wonder of cotton candy.


Blogger Nancy said...

I loved this "lost in the barefoot wonder of cotton candy." Wonderful visual. Thank you for sharing your poetry.

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