Poems by Steven Federle
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
fog conceals
fog conceals
winter dark streets
but gently reveals
her tears, her
cold, soft hands,
my mother’s hands
rising from
the waters,
from the fog.
(9 December 2014)
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