Johanna Donovan
Jump-rope
A siren gust
draws me to the window
where I watch
them waiting, like little girls
for the open loop
of the wind’s rope.
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A siren gust
draws me to the window
where I watch
them waiting, like little girls
for the open loop
of the wind’s rope.
Johanna Donovan misses diagrams and her poem(s) is/are tickled to!
share space with one.