Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Rob Schackne #127 - At The Bridge

At The Bridge

Looking to the horizon
east and west, sour days
a body done, very broken
on the side an open belly
a bridge, its weight in moons

its connection in nowhere
tidings of big crows feasting
river and clouds and flowers
for the search party, waning
coming the other way, gibbous
another group to meet us.


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