Worlds Away

what the nomad brought home

Burning Bridges

All my coins in the fountain–
Not a penny in my hand.
I stare into ripples
That move time and space
But see only myself
With a question.

June 7, 2008 - Posted by | Poetry | , , , , , ,

1 Comment »

  1. I like it!

    Comment by John Baylies | June 14, 2008 | Reply


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