that stretch of bad road
tore deep into her face
shredding her beauty
into shriveling scars
of shocking
ones that remember
her before
that white line
took her over
she lives there now
on that bad road
she's been down
too long
it will kill her
living there
she knows
but right now
that's not what
is foremost
on her mind
Besides myself, I can identify with these words which you have chosen so well the way you do. This is so fantastic, erector of pictures I run in the night..............
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Love ya!
Jane