he is peace hidden behind the hedge around the corner,
standing stolid, stoic he views his garden hands pursed
as if frozen in stone an instant before tossing his
morning bread crust on the ground for the birds.
he is peace hidden behind the hedge around the corner,
standing stolid, stoic he views his garden hands pursed
as if frozen in stone an instant before tossing his
morning bread crust on the ground for the birds.