Left like the waves
to death alone
they would
in velveteen legs
of the sea
be on the stillness
of father’s ankle;
a withering
of loneliness
I mourn in the tree
I fell.
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Left like the waves
to death alone
they would
in velveteen legs
of the sea
be on the stillness
of father’s ankle;
a withering
of loneliness
I mourn in the tree
I fell.
for more from Lucy, please click on over: https://lucysworks.com/