What Might
What might have been is now a field; a vast openness, the sun-spattered bloomed petals dance with the wind. We lay back in the tall grass, and we are filled with each view, creeping closer to earth.
- Robert Creeley
What Might
What might have been is now a field; a vast openness, the sun-spattered bloomed petals dance with the wind. We lay back in the tall grass, and we are filled with each view, creeping closer to earth.