Splendid poem with an intimate narrative that becomes archetype. Thanks for
the read.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 03.01.03 11:58:07 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< to half its length. Outliving the dust of men,
bison, wolves, and wolverine, it rests now
as I lift it to the light and remember
all those hands. >>
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