Saturday, January 12, 2013

tool shed poetry


a hard rake

drags thru the debris
turning up broken
glass
history
rusty nails
bottle caps packed
with grief
leaves
stones too heavy
to move
churns up reason
leaves
salt and sand

beetle shells
and hope
tills
over to the light

a hard rake
breaks soil
hearts

leaves.
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