Finding Land
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
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Category: poetry
The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
A Word For Bad Weather
Silent things are not for conquering
Bonfire
The chapter on burning and touching
II. Passing Tracks
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Chewing Gum
Layers
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
