Poem: “Rake”

Frozen-finger claw reaches from my hands blisters where I hold too tightly scraping at the surface of things dragging away death— remnants of things once green I try not to disturb what lives. Overhead, the wind  loosens the hold of a hundred leaves. They rain down, no more attachment left, surrendered to the soil, sacrifices... Continue Reading →

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