A walk in the dark -- 'One time penny man'
A veil, dark ribbons, of water, fall
on pale poured milk, my silk moon shawl,
which wraps round frail wood, green stains all,
makes tail roots dirt down deep and crawl
in self-sought trails, till my soul sprouts tall.
“And I do not know if you know just what you have done. You are the sweetest one I have ever laid my eyes upon.”
A walk in the dark -- 'One time penny man'
