Milk

Vision without sight sneaks
in like a fox in the night

stolen something

missing a blankness
………. …….a surety

drunk on the milk-white

………. ….of nothing.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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