Seems as good as time as any to start writing poetry again.
Mud and Stones
There is so much I could see coming
And not see coming.
The dark skies
Dazzle
And hold me …
Still…
The sun and shadows move
Until the world goes gray.
And there I was
And wasn’t.
Tears, rain, mud and stones.
Rain, rain, mud and stones.
Mud and stones.
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