All That Glitters is the Mind

Literally, mystery is an accident.
Fragility though not unique is
inevitable. A boy finds a marble
in the streets; suddenly his world
becomes remarkable. A crow scratching
with its claws uncovers fresh larva
then flies off desperately searching
for more.


Anonymous said...

Madame _ J'aime I like the way you flow from step to step poem to poem. forgive my broken english...

Rachel Phillips said...

Thank you so much for your supportive comments. Your english
is fine!