Even from the Shore, Even upon Plains
By Poetry Issue 105
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture,
overtaken by another giddiness.
Pray That the Creek Don’t Dry Up
By Poetry Issue 89
It’s funny how light sifts down, out of itself, ______________________________________funny How thin, erasable darkness seeps up and expands, Gauzing the underworld, ______________________everything suddenly stopped, No wind, no movement, no words, The wheel stilled, the crack to the radiant world closing in on itself. One way of putting it. ____________________Another would be it’s twilight time, Last…
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