1.18.17

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there must be a word
for the kind of lost
that finds you walking
back and forth,
your hand on your heart
your heart in a knot
the size of your fist.
like there must be a word
for the quiver of the arrow
as it trembles its body
ever towards truth.

 

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017

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