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Posted by on Feb 29, 2016 in Poetry | 1 comment

Walk

Walk

Walk

Snarls and whips of bracken
An eye glowing behind a lid of cloud
And fractals of black branches
Dulled by wrinkled ice in a ditch
The frozen face of the wind

1 Comment

  1. I LOVE THIS POEM!
    Thank you, Jon for posting it.

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