Thursday, September 24, 2020

Across Miles — Cento 57 (Day 1344)


layered with haze   fallow fields   

subtle   gentle   ancient 


history   carved in sweet acacia

antennae gold with pollen


the mighty thrumming

of 10,000 powerful hearts

 

a sound like lingering 

day   like endless ocean


or poems without words

that may or may not 


return   across those waves  

a sunrise waits   


across miles of yes   floating 

at water’s edge   reluctant 


to encounter each rapacious gust 

urging   begin



(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

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