Wait Poem by David Kowalczyk
Wait
Rating: ★4.9
In the hollow place
where frozen children live,
the colors of truth
are a cold little witch
named me my mine.
She is sinking
in the river of time.
Beneath a moon
full of hemlock and
the gray light of hunger,
the river moves
like a whisper.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
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5/7/2024 8:46:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant. Magnificent. And painfully all too true.