Sofia, Poetry
The Visitor
In panic he meets me on the stairs, this blue-green titmouse, dainty bill agape; gripping the lamp flex, leaning out, a raffish boatman at the shrouds. Softly, I draw the curtain back, let down the...
In panic he meets me on the stairs, this blue-green titmouse, dainty bill agape; gripping the lamp flex, leaning out, a raffish boatman at the shrouds. Softly, I draw the curtain back, let down the...