What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
"For once, then, something" Robert Frost
"For once, then, something" Robert Frost
She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful/ eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over/ to glance at his watch because she has been dancing/ forever, and now it is late, even for musicians.
"Questions About Angels" by Billy Collin
nana
If I could see myself/
I would see/
A woman in a doorway,/
Wearing the colours that go with red hair./
Although my hair is no longer red.
¨Anna Liffey¨ by Eavan Boland
