what you left after all that love
~
a fence of thorns
a rusty heart
a plowed field
a stake in the tart
an empty womb
a handful of tears
a treason in my years
a land of crushed sonnets
a pioneer’s bonnet
an open range
a freed grange
a flower in the green
a clipped wing
a bird that used to sing
~
VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 