another departure
sand storm and winds
change on every horizon
slow forward let go
let us go
lets go toward
somewhere else
trudge or gallop
fasten memory to
message
onward into story
Categories: Poetry
The innumerable ancestors who merge within me
“The innumerable ancestors who merge within me.”– Jorge Luis Borges a helix of familiarity resonatesabout our set jaws, dark hooded lidsof inner-lit eyes, wild broad smiles we grant an ironic twistan awkward gaitthe smell of Read more…
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