by Drora Matlofsky
The anchor in her life
Keeps her
In stagnant waters
Between a fish-smelling harbour
And muddy, murky sand
Strewn with old wrappers
Safely.
Last updated September 10, 2015
The anchor in her life
Keeps her
In stagnant waters
Between a fish-smelling harbour
And muddy, murky sand
Strewn with old wrappers
Safely.