Downriver

I’m sad because I broke a flower
All winter I nurtured it
Sent it thoughts

If I cried out
No one would hear me
Not even my dog
Who’s stalking birds—
Spring and all

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto