she lays it on her bed
runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers
fresh
new
sparkling
green and gold
in the warm sun
while driving to the Salvation Army
she imagines
autumn
will be a better fit
Tag: Susan Licht
disclosure
I’m a thief in the night
undercover
I steal secrets
betwixt
(Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)
testing the waters
seems fitting
spring begins here
the origin of life
metaphor
I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”
Licht Years 