the river’s
bright
bells
of water
falling down
on rocks
ringing loud
in the twilight
are our
echoes
of soft
hands
a twisting star in
our
breath.
- William Carlos Williams
the river’s
bright
bells
of water
falling down
on rocks
ringing loud
in the twilight
are our
echoes
of soft
hands
a twisting star in
our
breath.