for the time,
all things might wait,
for we gather, in the lip
of fallen mountain, a
valley, broken by dirt--
wait, gathered
below,
(love--that last,
that least--)
absorb, unwilling, what
lies beneath us,
let someone's folly,
raise us,
free
of any legacy, forget
below--forget
to carry--
the cost of chance, the
cost of rest, of peace,
if we rise.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
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