Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 277 - At this age

At this age

easy stories pour from me
your birth  to now           
 the skirtings to the coppice peak
I am your glacier

on the grind
across the tops of mountains
my time excretes
one shallow   plane 

 dished-out love on
terminal moraine our

behind it
all that
pressure   down

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