PUBLISHED POETRY by Anne Selden Annab
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Tresses by Anne Selden [Annab]
Tresses
Time is only moments
movements in thought:
Each shaft of hair
is near to naught-
each but a wisp
beside anouther, caught
to cascade into tresses
such kind carresses
to my cheek.
1987 Creative Enterprizes- Anthology
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