Thursday, June 20, 2019

THE OPEN STONE 


 A sere
lonesomeness.

 The wind.
The smell

 of dry grass.
The taste

 of dust on
the tongue.

 All you know
recedes. There's

 nothing
left here but

 a stone
like a loaf

 of bread,
like a vow

 you will keep.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 10:47 AM

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