Collecting Time Poem by Phillip Erb

Collecting Time



Pairs of two, groups of three, all alone
Friends and familiar faces disappear
Over the hills into valleys miles away
Practicing for the last dance we'll share
On the side of this Kentucky hill
Rehearsing the turn of life
Riding waves crashing on the high tide
Dancing across the earth just like
A fistful of leaves cast into the wind

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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