My daughter hides under
an indigo blanket
and covers my face, too.
The long thin woven strips,
the seams that give way.
Light enters
the cracks in the seams
as stars piercing the night-sky blanket.
My daughter hides under
an indigo blanket
and covers my face, too.
The long thin woven strips,
the seams that give way.
Light enters
the cracks in the seams
as stars piercing the night-sky blanket.
