That Upper Blue
My wings and tongue were never clipped—
I seek that upper blue.
A siren’s song or playwright’s script,
Hold nothing to the view.
Page 109, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
My wings and tongue were never clipped—
I seek that upper blue.
A siren’s song or playwright’s script,
Hold nothing to the view.
Page 109, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025