Excursions into poetry with no boundaries nor expectations.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Just Now
Just Now
Sandpipers stitch the sand to the earth, the waves growl and churn winter from upon their beveled strand. Sky stretches wider than the world, and I am trying to be, just be... Just be here, just now. J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 2013
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