Poetry by Vivian Bolland Schroeder

Phenomenon

The world turns.
Morning breaks.
Night falls.
Nothing's damaged.


Recollection

I don't remember why we were convulsed
With helpless laughter;
What I do remember is
Trying to wipe the lemonade we managed to upset
From your favorite red dress.

{Poems by Vivian Bolland Schroeder}