My plain feet
Pace a strange street
I have a key for
A new door.
Fruit
and meat
All that I eat
Come from a new store.
I’m unsure.
Why
do I
Under strange sky
Create a new nest.
Is it best?
Where
I lie
Love is close by.
When love is my guest
I’m at rest.
Freda
Davis 2009 |
