an unmarked page lies on the flooron the table a dryed out penthoughts weep from the stone wallstaining the mosiaca crack in the door, reveals onlyeyes seeking truthas bells ringout to the blessedthere is no ear—-Hermes has gone missing….bkmackenziecopyrighted 2010
signed .............bkm said:
Comments welcome….
trisha said:
Simply wonderful. Your poems are true joy for the senses. you write such beautiful poems with so much ease.