2
As her blackened finger casts shell away
she will reveal the ridged silver ring
above her knuckle. Touch it for luck.
When her son returns with bottles of beer
take one. The plains will keep moving,
Poetry from Rico Craig
Poetry from Rico Craig
2
As her blackened finger casts shell away
she will reveal the ridged silver ring
above her knuckle. Touch it for luck.
When her son returns with bottles of beer
take one. The plains will keep moving,
Rico Craig 