Friday, February 22, 2019

Kerri Shying R - # 595 - skin of my teeth


skin of my teeth

I get inked up  by the past   it
catches what the law
 missed    shake a branch
down comes the rain
 that fell there    overnight

I catch myself
in outstretched arms



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