my children’s museum
rattling around are awkwardness
so tender a slide into melancholy
awe at the mountain view and nice scents
from a hedge and wonder – oh wonder
about everything being; only puddles
I don’t remember
rattling around are awkwardness
so tender a slide into melancholy
awe at the mountain view and nice scents
from a hedge and wonder – oh wonder
about everything being; only puddles
I don’t remember
~ by Barbara S on June 18, 2021.
Posted in poem
Tags: awkwardness, childhood memory, melancholy, puddles, tender, view