Consider a lace-trimmed shore
or the pewter poetry of deserts
gasping for wind-snatched breath
unable to look
I close my eyes ignore these
veins of tarnished earth
brash and ugly
sagging beneath their burdens
of privilege and joy
still fall remains and pain
returning arrogant as winter
prickly and foolish the solid silence
that follows its fragile consolation
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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