Myself
I have stood so long in this place
I have lost account of my face.
I have stared so long at this tree
I am grown blossomy.
In my branches, words
Bicker like birds.
Credits
"Myself," from Over the Summer Water published by Orchises Press.
I have stood so long in this place
I have lost account of my face.
I have stared so long at this tree
I am grown blossomy.
In my branches, words
Bicker like birds.
"Myself," from Over the Summer Water published by Orchises Press.