by Michael H. Brownstein
threads of grass
thin as hair,
breath thick with light,
a path, stone,
one dark green river
silk weed and thorn.
light snuggles into the green,
rough hewn and knotted,
thick and crusted,
the softness of color,
the threadbare,
threads of grass.
Someone named Kimkan hipped me to this poet--and I must say I am impressed.
ReplyDeleteM. Lapin