READING


eyelashes dip on the open book

She is reading

will not look up


The words are printing tall tales

on the intricate lace

of her feather hazel head


Lean long wrist bangles

reach down

Turn the page

my page


She rests

then her eyes walk


A scarlet moon is rising from

the printed ink


Her ankles bracelets shake softly


This is for you to read

Robert James Berry

If you've any comments on his poem, Robert James Berry would be pleased to hear from you.