Poetry – Cantilever

Cantilever 1 Night skitters over the mounds, avoiding the blue flowers She bears the horizon’s gold. 2 No one stands alone. Our sky is of earth, dark soil packed with the living. 3 I do not seek mercy. The cliff frog chirps its song and the fog closes in. 4 Suspended, hope wraps around her, […]

via Cantilever — O at the Edges

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