My outside workplace
holds ivy,
the tips of their leaves gently
pointing towards
the patio of brick,
clustered together,
the surface
of the greenery
shining
like an emerald jewel,
covering a single side
of the curvature stone
beneath
my feet.
Where young artists paint the world with words
The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.