Lightly from her fingertips
the sapphire glass triangle
tumbles towards the hopscotch
drawn in the dusty earth
on the shoulder of the road.
Her blue eyes watch
the eager glass arch hyperbolic
seek the utmost square
She balances on one foot
ready to hop
like a fledging bird
into the sky
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
