Thursday, June 16, 2005
The Outsiders
Step by faltering step, she passes
and, entranced, we watch;
fingertips pressed to the pane separating our worlds,
each breath misting her image
outside, looking in
praying that she may never fall;
never hurt.
and, entranced, we watch;
fingertips pressed to the pane separating our worlds,
each breath misting her image
outside, looking in
praying that she may never fall;
never hurt.
