dragonfly cloud skating
ice dust
a blind man's breath
finger writing
fingerprints frozen
white marble sculpting
initials carved wooden table
uneven late night stains
cloud walking
waiting for the rain
loss without shadows
white rocks calling
lighthouse without a name
tom waits in song
empty whisky glass
falling
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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