Sunday, January 19, 2020

River’s Edge

River’s edge lists with voices of measure 
Deer watch quiet till seen in dense green verbiage The rocks tilted in sandy remorse wait for change Time shaped smooth 
Dissolved into dance 
Thirsty smoke challenges empty taverns 
Taken by the roots of virtue and resolve 
Patterns of opinion leaping over thoughts 
Trails into the decades 

-Cory Tambourine

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