when my daughter feels good about herself
she radiates a sad sweetness—
a cherry blossom opening
under wind thrashing and uncalm words
she has been here all along
under a mirror black sea
singing clear obsidian—
weeping dark salt
in her sleep
when my daughter feels good about herself
she radiates a sad sweetness—
a cherry blossom opening
under wind thrashing and uncalm words
she has been here all along
under a mirror black sea
singing clear obsidian—
weeping dark salt
in her sleep

Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His latest book is dear tiny flowers from Sheila-Na-Gig press. He makes a mean steak and is obsessed with photography of random beauty. Find more @ ferrypoetry.com.