A slice of sun
on a mountain top:
this is the source of the light.
A man with feet
of melted rock:
he flies me like a kite.
*
Rachel McAlpine
A slice of sun
on a mountain top:
this is the source of the light.
A man with feet
of melted rock:
he flies me like a kite.
*
Rachel McAlpine
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 