susan dale

 

A poem- a plank

Sailing on a sea

of words

 

Motions passing close

Faceless

Tracing the lines we etch

The rains we carry

 

In the palm of night

Lifelines stretch

Around the stars

 

The time long all night

Revising words

to the quality of truths

Stopped in my throat

 

Whispers behind me

following

In contrition

 

 

 

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