by Tonia Shoumatoff
I sit in the sun like a snake
emerging after the long winter
still frozen inside,
relearning how to move.
From out of nowhere
tears arise behind my eyes,
an elegy for those
who have died.
by Tonia Shoumatoff
I sit in the sun like a snake
emerging after the long winter
still frozen inside,
relearning how to move.
From out of nowhere
tears arise behind my eyes,
an elegy for those
who have died.