Your cart is currently empty!
The Open Field by Robert Allen
Published by
on
My eyes are lilies.
My skin turned to
flower flesh forcing
secrets straight
to my bright heart.
So I become a rose,
flower head with no pot
but field fresh and ready
for my growth.
Robert Allen lives and loves with his family in northern California. In his spare time he writes poems, takes long walks, and looks at birds.
Comment