veiled thoughts

wispy clouds

Thistledown and spider silk;
standing on the kitchen step
she combs sunshine
through her early-morning hair.

 

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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