Tender Bough 50 Poems by Mary Lee Author:Mary Lee A salt kiss ebbs
upon smooth sands and seeks
just one soft, pearly shell. How
must life be stifled?...
One tender bough
stripped naked, almost lifeless
in the chill
of dusk, as dust upon a windowsill.
Nice condition for its age. Black & white. A little rubbing on spine, tiny bend at bottom front.