Clumsy
He was clay potato
in strawberry field
exposed, clumsy
between delicate gossip
He turned his back
fingers in fissures
abyss separating life
from living
Hand with deep furrows
Built huge walls
Rough rock
Like he was
Alone in one dream
A slalom, downhill
white blindness
a stone
held high above his head
as a white feather
against evening sky
a bird from his hands
light brightness
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September 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
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