Poems from Rueflower
Like olive oil,
The first press is the best.
It is pure, unrefined.
It is the true essence of the olive.
Like chicken,
The more you...
I felt the raft under my foot,
Below the wood, the water shook.
But even though I felt its shake,
I trusted that it would not break.
But...
The other day I was met with a question that I didn’t quite have an answer to.
In the middle of class, they said “Who are you?”
Now this...