Brad Rose
Hourglass Figure
She’s jealous of the cloud’s white drape
sashaying in the blue-silk distance,
as I admire its slow, unfolding prettiness
unburdened by rain.
This marks Brad Rose‘s 16th poem on One Sentence Poems. Read them all here.
She’s jealous of the cloud’s white drape
sashaying in the blue-silk distance,
as I admire its slow, unfolding prettiness
unburdened by rain.
This marks Brad Rose‘s 16th poem on One Sentence Poems. Read them all here.