by Nicole 7/17/14
by means other than the norm
standing all alone
covered, in rubbish
galore – snow found me
cold, in a home of ice
so tranquil
i feel sleepy
nice upon the bricks laid
above my head, red
the color of everything now
dead, the real need for
water…
sacred, in the wash
deeper than the well
i wish i could sail
with winds taking the ship
o, whip!