Margaret Hanshaw | OTHERWORLD

  OTHERWORLD wish that I were a field,¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†late summer wish that I were a woman picking up a fallen nest,¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†carrying it home in the fold of her dress wish that I were the bird,¬† ¬† ¬† outside her window the perfect ease of it,¬† ¬† ¬† not held, not […]