one foot from hunger
scratch tin box all night
north a saddlebag
where as is well done
at a spring in an expanse
it may bottom out
as the rain alert
without reason the dust falls
o’er a rime of salt
Poetry
one foot from hunger
scratch tin box all night
north a saddlebag
where as is well done
at a spring in an expanse
it may bottom out
as the rain alert
without reason the dust falls
o’er a rime of salt
pure, immediate, distilled. really lovely verse, thank you for sharing it with me today. tony
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You frightened me…I thought I was alone. Kind words, Tony.
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