I wrote this poem when we lived in the apartment at Knollwood, and fixed the ending last year. Sometimes it takes ten years. Anyway, Good Friday seemed as good a day as any to share some melancholia. 🙂
I wrote this poem when we lived in the apartment at Knollwood, and fixed the ending last year. Sometimes it takes ten years. Anyway, Good Friday seemed as good a day as any to share some melancholia. 🙂