Apprehension appears
as the freight
of destiny's possibilities
Brickbats swinging
at a sandbag piñata
Stripped to rags
Cut out at the knees
Still convinced
that our blood
flows for love
What makes the loons sing
when the moon
shines on the water?
That high lonesome flutter
the echo of coyote's howl
2 weeks ago
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