For those who talk slow in the rapid world, if they pause to collect their thoughts from the river bottom will you have already moved on in the white noise?
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Hollowed Road (a haiku)
These mountainsides wear ancient veins. Bloodstains of war unpurged by time’s fire. *** Enjoy this poem? Check out my buy me a pizza page for more!
Fence sitter
Barbed wire, picket, chain link– I can’t pick a side. But quite frankly, either option looks worse than my precarious perch.
Jordyn Saelor 