paths home
steady pressure on this
slow drip leak inside
keeps my feet wet--
but I can't tell.
I set my feet to running
to avoid standing
amidst a flood
but still cherish
the fruit of the ground
that's watered by tears
shed over what
might be left behind.
elPintor
Sun 30th Jul 2017 23:48
Good to hear from you, always, Suki and Ray.
Rachel