70spoems/wings*
We mend the wings
with splint and gauze
hands set to healing
by the hearth in evening
a potion a salve for saving
we sit through
the long night
and in the morning
when she flies free
it is on her
own wings.
4/18/78
70spoems/wings*
We mend the wings
with splint and gauze
hands set to healing
by the hearth in evening
a potion a salve for saving
we sit through
the long night
and in the morning
when she flies free
it is on her
own wings.
4/18/78