Category Archives: Poetry-Art

i want

I want to walkmy hands swinginglong and freeif these roads were notcobbled eyesbut spun treesflowers would becomefences or paths at my feet I want to suspend thoughtwear old jeanspull that thorn outof her cracked feetan inside out shirtno buttons, no seams I want to walk besidemy daughterthat old woman therewith a heart as youngas a […]

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