Feb 12, 2007
I've never liked the word "morsel."
This man and I were on a bridge
He told me he'd never been to Rome
We both jumped
But the ocean was never the ocean
And we landed instead in a field
There were flowers everywhere
And children with kites
And I wondered how one ever gets a kite to go
As I have never managed to
Is it wrong to want what dreams promise?
posted by Mary Forrest at 1:33 PM | Back to Monoblog