Marilyn: So, I walked into Robin Harris’ (the then-principal’s) office – second day I was in – I said, “Hi! This is who I am,
And the flowers dance when they fall Gracefully flicking and flipping Elegantly twisting and turning Landing with a flourish The way leaves usually do. And
Warmth is folded away as unwilling prey,Wrapped in worn, fading memories,Swathed in subtropical musings.Warmth is stashed in a den by Orion’s bard,By the hunter that