Fritz Ward

(California / United States)

Front - Poem by Fritz Ward

A pond no larger than your concept
of heaven. The shadowy-orange shapes
of koi.
A tree so small and sculpted
it's someone's child. And stones.
Always stones near the water. And light,
with all its blinding accusations.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014


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