You brush your feather duster hands
across my face in such a way
that I don’t mind sitting still a while longer,
careful, stationary, restful, decaying,
alone here on your favorite shelf.
By Heidi Turner
You brush your feather duster hands
across my face in such a way
that I don’t mind sitting still a while longer,
careful, stationary, restful, decaying,
alone here on your favorite shelf.
By Heidi Turner