Robert Wrigley: By the Edge of that Water
She wandered to him
through a crowd of thousands
before an outdoor concert by the Grateful Dead.
May 26, 2022 · Leave a comment
Robert Wrigley: The Consciousness of Everything
That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.
May 26, 2020 · 2 Comments