I have come
to hold myself like a stone
on the dry palm
of my upturned hand,
to comfort myself
with a calloused thumb.
Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Photography and Photo Art
Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Photography and Photo Art
I have come
to hold myself like a stone
on the dry palm
of my upturned hand,
to comfort myself
with a calloused thumb.
Karen Lee Kleis 