there’s you reminder of a past run back
on ghost feet too wild
in longing for far
spaces hung and drawn now
dried as salt cod
stiff
as the wind off the sea
you
still able to prick
the water out of
eyes
as dry of love as the linen
worn thin hung warm out on the line
gone wild in the longing for far
ReplyDeletebam that's the line
ReplyDeleteDear Kerri, I'm loving these short ones!
ReplyDeleteHey Kerri - I echo Rob's sentiments - these shorter punchy ones are really cutting it (for me). Fabulous!
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