Hammered Gold
Part of me is held by earth, part follows the wind with the gray clouds of winter. I race with high geese, follow the crevasse
January 28, 2018
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Part of me is held by earth, part follows the wind with the gray clouds of winter. I race with high geese, follow the crevasse
Across the miles and hours of time, we connect on lines invisibly woven throughout the earth. I speak to you in your sorrow, to what
The morning calls grey and darkling while night travels west seeking the ocean, and another long journey across the sea. I rise once more from
The moon rises before the city wakes, her bowl turned up wanting to be filled. Raccoons roam the streets, deer browse the river, the green