H a n d e d     D o w n

 

Ripples

in water,

carrying a code

conceived,

from purity.

 

Exposed

to air,

filled with imprints

clinging,

to this shape.

 

Colected

in glass

one way mirrors,

portraits,

for what will be.

 




 
Written: May 1995
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 2001