in the savage otherwise
hung high to dry
loose unbound twosome
lean layer of topsoil
gone-
leaves of last year
given up for me
tumbled down in wasted
dusk-
trimmed to the floor
a place of habit
both hands working other
ground-
living or dead
behind and above
from bent bone and chiseled
stone.
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wrangled leavings from the first two thirds of june.
Gathering
unbending
tumbled
and chiseled.
Nice piece!
the poem regenerates itself and points back to the beginning
in the savage otherwise
gone-
dusk-
ground-
stone
I like that poem as well…