Monday, September 17, 2018

Kit Kelen #990 - kept


990
kept


a voice, a face
you keep these

how much meaning to me
scribble of a place

slip world to world
by heart

in a box to which you are precious

weather stiff with us
and scratch
all chooks for the dust

handwriting
yours, mine
though we were taught the same

lost in some certain chords
led by strings away

I go into the dark with this

and a question hung over the hills
got away

the truth is telling me again

who keeps a tidy mind
clean heart

so many ways facing
like the blood runs down

so many parts to play

and a kiss
that keeps
me whole

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