Chip Van Hassel
As I carry-on
in life,
I continue doing the dishes
for that invisible woman
who’s swing sways,
abandoned and empty,
from a branch,
in the shade,
beneath the green tree
which grows inside my heart.

Chip Van Hassel
As I carry-on
in life,
I continue doing the dishes
for that invisible woman
who’s swing sways,
abandoned and empty,
from a branch,
in the shade,
beneath the green tree
which grows inside my heart.
