3.31.17

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when the day is graveyard grey
and you’re thinking of the ground,
how it stretches out like a sentence.
a diagrammed horizon line,
bodies above, bodies below,
and all those branches, traceable
back to the original subject,
the original predicate,
the original predicament
written in stone.

 

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017

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