MY PLACE
Skilled in nothing
Except a drift of words
Trawled from the bleak waves
Of day and night –
Remorseless time
Measuring failed silences.
A scouring dawn wind
Polishes the cold moon’s disc.
A clan of crows, purposeful,
Flies westwards.
If I knew it,
This
Would be my place,
Rooted and sustained,
Full of small wonders,
Upheld
By slow breath.
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Last post of 2012. May everyone have a great 2013!
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