Beastie

long entombed
in primordial mud
he slowly rises 
on weakened limbs
tasting sweet young air

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2 thoughts on “Beastie

  1. she paints along
    the combed edges
    of my undoing
    caverns the sky
    finger tills the water
    that hems
    each rise
    and tide
    monsters alone
    can’t keep me
    from swimming home
    in the maps
    of her reflections
    she writes
    in each poem

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    shadows ripples sunshine and shoreline love love love it…thanks for doing what you do…Edward

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