The posts are broken
the knot-eyed wood petrified
the wire serpentine
coil-high on a boot
but she’ll go around barefoot
nine maid road to roam
on a desert paint
in the windy escalade
ever more along
never far away
than a tap upon a stone
where the warm spring was
Very stunning. Exquisite.>KB
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Thank you, KB…such words are refreshing.
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