Becoming
you are so old
with your head thrust forward
searching the ground
leeched of substance
like a porous bone
with sun shot through
becoming
absorbed by light
with your head thrust forward
searching the ground
leeched of substance
like a porous bone
with sun shot through
becoming
absorbed by light
posted by burning moon at 1:20 PM
2 Comments:
excellent short piece, and the ending is lovely lovely mate
Thanks. You never know what will trigger a poem do you? Just some little old person walking past one day ...
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