Liminal
by Jim Davis
|
The threshold
of a poet’s work –
the moment
when a blade of grass
becomes a king –
a drop of dew
his crown –
the moment
somehow neither
and both.
|
 |
|
|
Copyright © 2024 by Red River Review. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors. No work may be reproduced or republished without the express written consent of the author. |