Mary Fell
21st Century
Always an arms length away
A babe in the hands of stone
Unafraid of the wind
A Swallow eager to feel the sky
Longing for the uncertainty of air to
Surround her body like an
Island sinking beneath the clouds
But no bird flies without wings
No island floats on the wind
Now her words burn black on my tongue
Her touch weighs wet on my skin
And I think...
How deep a river if I cried one tear
For every day that I knew her
Now I wonder if I ever really knew her
At all.
DayPoems Poem No. 2272
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2272.html">Mary Fell by Bob Childs</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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