Scree
I have seen the arrested
shrub inform the crag with grief.
Lichens crust the rocks with red.
Thorns punctuate the leaf.
Sorrow is not a desert
where one endures the other—
but footing lost and halting
step. And then another.
From Poetry Magazine, Volume 190, Number 3, June 2007. Used with permission.
shrub inform the crag with grief.
Lichens crust the rocks with red.
Thorns punctuate the leaf.
Sorrow is not a desert
where one endures the other—
but footing lost and halting
step. And then another.
From Poetry Magazine, Volume 190, Number 3, June 2007. Used with permission.
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