A poem by Geraldine Green
Cracked ice Muffled chink of milk bottles handled by the milkman’s barely unfrozen fingers when I was younger you gave me a hard rock in a soft place the space between my outspread palms mouth of a closing door opening wider sound of ice in the river my face when I look at myself in the mirror. I must remember these when I go … Continue reading A poem by Geraldine Green