seventeen pebbles
between you and me
there’s no straight line
when you skip them sidearm
three steps forward and two back
i know the brightest stars lay over the lake
but so do 10 and a half feet of cold water
just wishing to evaporate
–
hes
Her hair a silk harp
Which sings when brushed
By the hands of this old musician
The song of sympathetic hearts
–
hes
