A Poem (2015) Poem by rich soos

A Poem (2015)



does not make sense
in the way you wish
it grows into value as
pieces fall everywhere
and gather themselves
into nourishment
blown by whirlwinds
circling over the grass
and the silent sky


from Parting/Departing (2015)

Thursday, December 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,sky
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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