Hope is a friend
or maybe a foe.
It carries me
across the treacherous ice
and the darkening sky.
It watches me
with glistening eyes
knowing me better than I.

Brookline, Massachusetts
Hope is a friend
or maybe a foe.
It carries me
across the treacherous ice
and the darkening sky.
It watches me
with glistening eyes
knowing me better than I.
