Thursday, July 3, 2014

Gray lace on a gray face


A dog on a walk, followed by an old woman’s body,
led by her voice — looking up — gray lace, on a gray face,
blue eye, in a blue sky — such is my place today,
and if they, or you, or I, knew how, or why,
to trace our pace, or try, this space,
as white, and wide, and true,
as any clue, would fly,
like me, and you.



2 comments:

Jan said...

A wonderful play on words, my friend, very good~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan....