Hidden
I'm wondering what
might be slipping under your
still aqua waters.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Poetry Friday: Nob Falls
Nob Falls
The thrum of the pound
of the falls, beats on my bones
until joy smacks free.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2013