I confided something to a friend, and, then, I wished I hadn’t said what I said. I was reminded of the poem “Words” by Syliva Plath.
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.
–Joy
I confided something to a friend, and, then, I wished I hadn’t said what I said. I was reminded of the poem “Words” by Syliva Plath.
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.
–Joy