A girl, shoulder high
A girl, shoulder high
in a field of mustard,
walks the self-made labyrinth
to the center.
She sits
cross-legged
on the pungent carpet.
Invisible now
to the passing traffic,
she opens her journal.
A girl, shoulder high
in a field of mustard,
walks the self-made labyrinth
to the center.
She sits
cross-legged
on the pungent carpet.
Invisible now
to the passing traffic,
she opens her journal.