April 2, 2020 There’s a glowUnder that bridge, the one that holds the sky up,The mist sits her heavy hips around it,And it creaks to you in a language you remember from a dream.Wander the wildest path you can find,Whisper backThe trees and the owls know what your voice sounds like.Touch where the legs meetContinue reading “It Hurts”
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A Burd in Flight 