Richard Allan Ballard Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Richard Allan Ballard



Rich tones
In Crisp
C Sharp
Heard
And felt
Right there
Deep

All the way
Long fissures
Letting hot steam
And pressure go
Now, temporarily

Before it erupts, tearing
All before it away-
Late tears come
Lastly, mostly,
All in his heart
Ready to begin, climbing
Down in the dark.

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