Short Verse – “The Cold Man”
I found this in an old notebook. It’s at least 12 years old, if not older: The Cold Man At the bottom of the sea, he sits Bubbles rising; crystal prints of amorphous spheres Disappearing into the black above. Below? Who knows? He hasn’t swam that far. Yet. Tomorrow? Maybe yes. Maybe no. He might […]
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