Abstract
Some days I think the clouds are your eyes. Some days I think the birds are your voice. You laugh, chide, scatter thistle all over my lawn and screw up my grass as some kind of lesson I'll never understand because I don't speak bird.
| Original language | American English |
|---|---|
| State | Published - Jan 1 2010 |
Keywords
- prayer narrative
Disciplines
- Creative Writing
- Religion
Cite this
- APA
- Standard
- Harvard
- Vancouver
- Author
- BIBTEX
- RIS