The prints are still there forever in my mind
The sprinklers overflow and water
still remains
enough to wet the sand to
mud the land around a
small section of
landscaping.
I saw the dove looking up at me,
as if to say yes I did these for you.
Then he left in a little flurry,
alittle hurry,
because I startled him.
He has no name but dove.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
1 comment:
A Great Poet In Our Times.
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