Like a ribbon of verdant grass curled around my finger I remember my youth of running barefoot through the grass and clover chasing the flight of butterflies over Okanagan air like the wind whispering love to the tail of a dancing kite pale sulfur sails panel the blue as long crooked legs come alight upon…
Youth Stands Trapped
Hormones find a match Sexual curiosity A young boy stands trapped.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “A Good Match.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.