Caroline Oades:
BORDERS I: As the sun shines through the curtain lace | and shadows wash the room
Caroline Oades:
BORDERS II: Shadows wash the room | as we sit and drink our coffee
Caroline Oades:
BORDERS III: Like a poem poorly written
Caroline Oades:
BORDERS IV: We note our places with bookmarks | that measure what we've lost
Caroline Oades:
BORDERS V: Yes we speak of things that matter
Caroline Oades:
BORDERS VI: I cannot feel your hand