It is down to small gestures:
a forefinger lift from the wheel of a passing car,
a glance and shallow grin, deep
on a sunlit face,
a hesitant wave, waist high,
from a woman never met,
tending roses.
Image: Akira Hojo on Unsplash
Poetry by Devon Brock
It is down to small gestures:
a forefinger lift from the wheel of a passing car,
a glance and shallow grin, deep
on a sunlit face,
a hesitant wave, waist high,
from a woman never met,
tending roses.
Image: Akira Hojo on Unsplash
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