Front Poem by Fritz Ward

Front

Rating: 4.5


A pond no larger than your concept
of heaven. The shadowy-orange shapes
of koi.
A tree so small and sculpted
it's someone's child. And stones.
Always stones near the water. And light,
with all its blinding accusations.

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Fritz Ward

Fritz Ward

California / United States
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